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Writing 101 – Day Ten

Today’s Prompt: Tell us something about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory. Free free to focus on any aspect of the meal, from the food you ate to the people who were there to the event it marked.

My mother is an excellent cook and she cooked everyday. It was a celebration everyday! There are two things that really stick out in my mind. Not meals but they were comforts to me as a kid.

Her biscuits for Saturday breakfast and her desserts. Biscuits with Brer Rabbit Syrup made Saturday morning cartoons and Kung Fu theatre so much better! I would watch her make the dough and then help her cut the biscuits. As I am typing this, I am smiling so hard at the memory. It really makes me want to jump on a plane right now. I can smell them. Although, I was her helper I cannot make a biscuit to save my life! For shame. HA HA!

For my birthdays, my mother always knew what kind of cake I wanted…German chocolate cake! There is NOBODY and I mean NOBODY that can make a German chocolate cake like hers. Yes, I said NOBODY. No point in debating it. I would always get the spatula from the icing and eat the remnants from the bowl after she iced the cake *sighs*. As a kid, knowing she was making my cake made my whole entire year. I still get the same cake if I am in town.

Of course, without question, her pecan pie is the thing dreams are made of! Dreams, I tell ya! I remember tussling with my younger brother just to be the first one to get the first piece once it cooled. Usually she made one for holidays, whether it was Christmas or Thanksgiving. Even now, people request that pie in particular. Every time I go home, I still call before I get there just ask if she’ll bake one for me. My brothers and I still “fight” and tease one another about this pie. If I am not home and they get to partake, it is the worst. Imagine getting text messages of the pie and of them actually eating it. The worst!!

Here’s a picture of the one she made this past Christmas:


I love you, MOM!

Poetry – Day 17


Good food, good music

It’s an easy day

Letting the smooth melodies thread themselves through my heart strings

Mentally cruising down my own private winding road

Imagining myself driving a convertible with the top down

Feeling the wind blowing through my hair

The sun coating my skin with its warmth

The music taking me exactly where I need to be

Nothing but smiles all around

My thoughts interrupted by the sound of my name being called

As I approach the colorful truck in front of me

A paper boat with oowee gooey deliciousness is placed in the palm of my hand

My nostrils are filled with the smells of grilled bread and a variety of cheeses melded together to create happiness on earth

As I take the first bite, knowing that this golden delight is way too hot

I take the bite anyway pulling the cheese between my teeth blowing air at the same time

This is my attempt to cool this tiny morsel off

At this moment my tongue actually tastes everything that is good about the world

My eyes close and I am teleported back to my childhood

Instantly I smile

I wish I could put this feeling in my pocket and hold it there forever