(Food Memories) The aroma of toastPulls me from bedIn pajamas I spyMy mother bendingOver an open oven doorToasting bread for our stuffingAnnouncing a yearly ritualThanksgiving morning is here. We stand together,Lined up tall to small,We mix, roll and cut,The oil is hot and ready for dough,Strouffles, little honey balls,Mean Christmas is near. Christmas brings aContinue reading “Foodmories”
From A Seed To A Flower
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