The Poet Mom

A blog about the joys and frustrations of being a mom.

Category: cooking

Ode to the Bean

They are a mellow deep brown, not too dark but still brimming with richness.

The stove flame ignites.  It bursts to life.

The kettle sizzles and begins to warm.

The beans are ground in a flurry of shiny whirling blades.

The pure bubbling water releases the beans’ potential and fills the still kitchen with an awakening aroma.

The clock ticks on the wall.

My time is short.

Soon the house will stir.

My peaceful morning will slowly begin to hum and then quake.

There will be breakfasts and lunches to make, places to be, appointments to keep.

But for now it’s just me and the modest bean.

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Ode to the Weeknight Meal

It starts with the list and the shopping.

I drop everything each night to begin the chopping.

I wisk, I strain, I gently stir and simmer.

I wipe the sweat from my brow and call the family to dinner.

The kids don’t like it.  It looks funny.

They want mac n’ cheese, gooey and runny.

The husband calls to say he’s working late.

Sorry, but the client just cannot wait.

I eat in relative solitude.

And take heart, for there is one who desires my food.

I give him a nod and we meet in the kitchen.

I fill his bowl with the evening’s selection.

He gobbles it up in one giant bite

And licks his chops in delight.