Supper in the Native Tongue

The laboratory seemed safer.
At least I knew which combinations would kill me there.
No cocino Americano.
Cooking in general
was not a thing I knew much about.
But a lioness wants her cub to eat
and cubs miss their favorites.

It starts with meat,
(What else for a hungry cub?)
and then wine,
or if you’d rather, some juice.
Just liquid and sweet is the important part.
(But what about the amount?)

And then ketchup,
or tomato sauce.
Heck, even some kinds of jelly.
Just sweet and thick is the important part.
(A teaspoon? A tablespoon? A cup?)

Oh and vegetables.
Sweet of course.
A carrot, maybe.
Celery, why not?
Onions, if you have them,
brown them with the meat.
But if you don’t it will work too.
Vegetables are important.
(How much? Cut how fine?)

Brown, and then put in a pot,
or a crockpot.
(I put down my note pad)

Cook,
well, just until its fall apart done.
(Of course)

I look at my notes.
And realize my mother cooked the same way.
Just not Americano. 


Song choice: No Speak Americano by Yolanda B Cool & DCup
This poem was created from a prompt offered by Magaly Guerrero for NaPoWriMo (Day 20: Finger Licking Good - A poem with a recipe)

20 comments:

  1. *grinning maddly* I too cook like that...I call it "chuck it in and see", hubby calls it magic :D XXX

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. It's kitchen voodoo! LOL, my husband takes after his mom and can work miracles with random ingredients. I've gotten better at it since my first lesson with her, but boy was it an eye opener!

      Delete
  2. All aboard for Rommy's house. Sounds good to me. We do a couple of 1 and 1/2 hour simmered stews and they are magical. I made one last night. We call it winter stew. It's too heavy to eat in summer. Good stuff all around.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Stews like this are awesome in the wintertime. And the smells coming from the pot are heavenly.

      Delete
  3. Ha ha -- that's "Mom's Universal Recipe," isn't it?

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Pretty much - it crosses all cultures

      Delete
  4. "At least I knew which combinations would kill me there" is such a great line! A pot full of love, Rommy, a pot full of love!

    ReplyDelete
  5. Lovely. See my words at : gramswisewords.blogspot.com

    ReplyDelete
  6. I love, love, love the cook-by-the-seat-of-my-pant(ry) poem. Perhaps because it speaks to me--I'm not a good follower of recipes. I'm all about add, taste, wait, add some more if needed... How much? Until it tastes good.

    My favorite part about the poem is the tone, and the message the speaker leaves behind: I cook my meals just like my mother cooks hers, but in my own style. That shows growth, and that's beautiful.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. My mom and my mom in law both have their own ways, and I think one of the best things my mom in law did for me in those early lessons was to let me feel my way around, and thus figure out what my style is. I'm more comfortable with a recipe, but not as intimidated by a lack of one any more - for better or worse!

      Delete
  7. Wonderful reminder of our "kitchen voodoo" :D XXX

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. It's always good to have a reminder we can come up with spontaneous wonders

      Delete
  8. Whistles!!❤️💘 This is absolutely deliciously penned, Rommy! I love how you waltz from one delicacy to the next, radiating charm and poise along the way sigh especially; "Oh and vegetables. Sweet of course. A carrot, maybe. Celery, why not? Onions, if you have them, brown them with the meat. But if you don’t it will work too. Vegetables are important. (How much? Cut how fine?)" left me pining for more! Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support❤️💘


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

    ReplyDelete
  9. What a good recipe you have created ,I have my own version foo. Such fun and so good to share,,,

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Every family seems to have their own way to create home cooked magic.

      Delete
  10. I can relax now for that is how I cook too so I am not alone (except at home!). I must confess I did have plenty of practice in more difficut times though. Beautifully written Rommy.

    ReplyDelete