Comfort Food

I took up the challenge this year to make a blog post every day. At first, it sounded like an easy task, but I soon discovered it more challenging than I ever imagined. For part of the year-long adventure, I explored different styles of poetry. I decided to revisit many of these styles in November. NaNoWriMo takes up most of my time during this month. Plus, the weather turns cold, making it hard to go on an adventure unless Rooster and I decide to visit our baby chick in New York City. Sometimes I get a hunger for the road. Christmas is right around the corner. I wrote this poem because this is the time of year when I like to snuggle in bed where it is warm. I call it Comfort Food.

Comfort Food

My mac and cheese and depression baked beans,

Go together like Lennon and McCartney

Together they bring something to every feast

There is something in our collective genes

Maybe the acquired taste is filled with blarney.

I heard my grandmother made them for the parish priest

She baked them so many years ago

Covered in brown sugar and butter

There is no way we can really know

The history of the dish makes me shutter.

My daughters want the recipe

But that wasn’t how it was passed down to me.

It was delivered in code

Measurements of pinches and pats

Women’s secrets passed through centuries

You simply add a little of this and a little tad of that

Creative cooking in a hot kitchen

I wouldn’t know how to start

To write down the amount of this and that

I always try to mention

You have the ingredients inside your heart.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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