Thanksgiving and Christmas
A cacophony of scintillating scents
All coming from the kitchen
My mom working so hard
Mom! Can I help peel potatoes?
Yes, but don’t get underfoot
I wanted to save myself for supper
But I sampled a little of this and that
As I tried to do my best not to
Roasting turkey basted and basted
Crispy tasty brown skin
Carved up, moist and satiating
Let the odor of the gravy fill your senses
Mouth-watering kitchen din
I want to eat so bad eat so much
But I want to wait
Stuff myself silly
Stuffing and mashed potatoes
Both lump-free and calorie filled
Should I use the gravy?
Or save it for the turkey
And drown my spuds in real butter
Such a treat
Only once, twice a year
Oh, the taste of the stuffing
Cooked right inside the bird
Always the same, year after year
Never served nearly enough to be tired of it
Moist and yielding turkey
I love the dark meat
Take one bite of this, one chomp of that
A plethora of taste sensations
So much food
So many happy relatives’ faces
My mom never seemed to enjoy these times
No wonder, she had to cook all day
Face the comments
But after the meal, the next day
My Dad would start to boil down the meat for stock
Months and months of pepper-laced turkey soup
Filled with goodness of so many kinds
Happiness extended
From warm holiday joy
Leif Gregersen
November 12, 2014
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