Have you
ever opened a cookbook to find
apples
strewn across the page wantonly
coupled with
eggs, sugar, salt, and nutmeg
then turned
into whips and flummeries,
snows and soufflés
to tempt tastebuds into
thinking fresh
fruit might be hidden within.
Imagine deep
in underground storage,
the last of
the wintered fruit
those few withered
berries, moldy oranges,
and desiccated
apples all just wait
to be
hidden.
Life is Really in the
Footnotes:
Himself: ”It was a wonderful day!” Meeting till late.
Herself: He took me to and from the Red
cross, which took hours longer than it should have because they couldn’t find a
vein, then home to keep working on the poem for me and estimates for him. Finished my Steampunk top hat but the
feathers I bought were too short. Poem
still needs more work but it’s coming along.
Cookbook Entry: Ronni Bennett, of Time Goes By, has published my entry on cookbooks today on her story page. A great honor.
MIsc: Snows and their cousins whips and
fluffs require eggs. From what I can
tell, a flummery uses cornstarch. If I
am wrong, please let me know.
Reading: I’ve forgotten the name.
Balance: Getting this poem started and
finishing the top hat.
Today's kids don't know how lucky they are, to have fresh fruit available all year round. I live in the Northeast, y'know; we didn't always have fresh fruit in the spring and early summer, let alone winter. Apples are great, but we didn't have ten different varieties in the market.
ReplyDeleteNext to my pie, my applesauce is one of my best recipes.
Had to look up flummery, someone called it an old Irish dessert but none of the "old" Irish in my family made it. We all love fresh fruit, and remember getting an orange in my Christmas stocking in the 40's. Delightful.
ReplyDeleteDelicious and perfect word painting. You are the artist I want to be.
ReplyDeleteLoved all the photos of the past two entries.....so much to look at.
ReplyDeleteJust a suggestion, husband is having chemo and they put a warmed blanket over his entire arm to get the vein to be "plump"....also he was told to drink a lot of water a couple of hours before the blood taking....
Yesterday, you inspired me to visit the county fair next month. Today its to explore the secret world of flummery. And here's me thinking a flummery was a con job. Dianne
ReplyDeleteI remember the years of little or no fresh fruit. There was always canned fruit cocktail, which doesn't bear thinking about. I don't understand why anyone yearns for the past.
ReplyDeleteAs usual, love your pictures. The quilts are great. Thank you.
Ditto Dianne. I had to resort to Google. So now I am acquainted with the concept as flummery as a dessert.
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ReplyDeleteI have often opened a cook book and found things strewn across the page - dessicated cake crumbs, smears of butter and fruit stains. I'm a messy cook:)
Dear Linda, the British def. is a dessert. The other def is flattery or nonsense when speaking. I suppose flattery is fluffy like a dessert? Dianne
ReplyDeleteYou have such a gift, Mage.
ReplyDeleteYou have such a gift, Mage. For some reason now, my comments are not posting here.
ReplyDeleteOkay, now they are posting. I do not understand this at all!
ReplyDeleteAs far as I can tell, a flummery uses cornstarch instead of eggs. :)
ReplyDeleteI love the poem. And the oranges in the red bowl. What a treat for the eyes your photos are.
ReplyDeleteYou are such a talented poet, Mage.
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