Saturday, April 16, 2016

N is for NOSE KNOWS WHAT TONGUE TASTES


 
For this year's challenge, my theme is The Fun in Writing. Each of my 26 posts for April is aimed at illustrating fun parts of an author's day. A writer doesn't only write. Creating a story or an essay requires research, revision, editing, and lots and lots of coffee and chocolate.


It is difficult to describe the pleasure I derived from writing the poetry that ultimately became a little book: ANOTHER NEW BEGINNING. I believe my participation in years of April A to Z Challenge prepared me to "stick with it" until I wrote and edited all 70 poems. This light-hearted poem reflects our unique ability to absorb emotions.


#30
Sensing Anticipation 

She sees

Crust, a crispy shell dimpled

by miniature bubbles.

Like fragile lava, hardened

 
She tastes

Lemon filling, with scrapings

from the rind.

Tangy and mouth-watering

 
She touches

Eggs, whipped while adding

sugar to the mix.

Scooped atop the filling

 
She inhales

Meringue, toasted light

until peaks curl and brown.

Experience a mother’s love
 

Mom always had little tricks for making foods taste a bit more special. She added small amounts of sugar to her pots of chili. She grated lemon rind and added it to her lemon pie filling to give it that extra tanginess. The back of my mouth waters just thinking about the flavor of her lemon pies.
Her meringue always came out with perfectly browned and curled peaks. I guess all of her desserts seemed perfect to me. The only “tale” we ever heard as kids was the one about the chocolate pudding. 

Dad loved to tell the story about when they were newly married. Mom attempted to make chocolate pudding for him. He said it ended up the texture of tanned horse-hide. He always got the “faux air slap” gesture for telling the tale, but I think Mom enjoyed having him tell it. She had no inadequacies in her role as homemaker. 

While Dad served in the Army during World War II, she ran the household and took care of three small children. Rosie the Riveter, doing her patriotic duty in the factory while her man protected the country’s freedom, had nothing on my mother. Housewives kept “home fires” burning during that time. When the men returned home to their families, they found strong, independent women waiting for them. 

Images of “Leave It To Beaver” moms and “I Love Lucy” wives were as much a joke to these women as to the men. 

 
 Where's the coffee?

6 comments:

  1. What a fun post! And your poem...I can almost taste the pie myself. Thanks for sharing!

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  2. Fun to read and my mom makes Lemon everything! So, I could totally related and now want a slice of pie~ Nice memories!

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  3. Hello from A to Z, Gail. I am growing a lemon tree so your poem was especially fun to read, as I plan to try my hand at making lemon meringue pie someday.

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  4. LOVE the sensory poem - my mouth is watering and I will have to a piece of lemon meringue pie sometime this week!

    My mom was a good cook, but she never made homemade pie so I have yet to develope the skill for flaky pie crust. It is something I want to perfect, though.

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  5. VERBUM SAT SAPIENTI: As a writer of the sassy, savvy, schizophenia we all go through in this lifelong demise, I just wanna help U.S. git past the whorizontal more!ass! we're in (Latin: words to the wise)...

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    "Those who are wise will shine as brightly as the expanse of the Heavens, and those who have instructed many in uprightousness as bright as stars for all eternity" -Daniel 12:3

    Here's also what the prolific, exquisite GODy sed: 'the more you shall honor Me, the more I shall bless you' -the Infant Jesus of Prague.

    Go git'm, girl. You're incredible. See you Upstairs. I won't be joining'm in the nasty Abyss where Isis prowls
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    -YOUTHwitheTRUTH
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    -Fr. Sarducci, ol SNL

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