Category Archives: Food

Between Lunch and Dessert

Posted on July 12, 2025 by sputterpub

Returning home from lunching with a friend,I saw the varmint sunning in the yard.I waited for this photograph, to sendan early summer stanza, nothing hardand nothing brilliant – like a greeting cardI’m jotting to convey a note to each,that tough … Continue reading →

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Sitting Sat

Posted on June 14, 2025 by sputterpub

Two quarter hours sitting in the suntoday, away from home and every chore,I processed stillness as a sort of fun,and felt I needn’t ask for any more.But I was with a relative who’s oneI like to visit. And I also … Continue reading →

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Cutting Back

Posted on April 16, 2025 by sputterpub

For 8 and 50 years I have enjoyedblack coffee in the morning, with no illeffect. But currently I can’t avoidadmitting that 8 cups are overkill.Of late a racing heart has me annoyed,and my left hand when typing is unstill.My stomach … Continue reading →

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Diagnostic Coffee

Posted on January 23, 2025 by sputterpub

It’s seldom coffee loses its appealfor me, as tonic mugs of morning fuel.The only days without are if I feelan illness coming on, when germs are cruel-victorious. Today’s was like a jewelof taste, near chocolate-y, and rich in smell.Enjoying sip … Continue reading →

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Selling the Goods

Posted on December 14, 2024 by sputterpub

The kids will eat the vegetables I cut,and fruits that I arrange in patterns neat,mandalas where there’s care how things abut.The kids will eat. I mimic chalked-in pictures from the street,selecting foods to satisfy the gutand sight, as well as … Continue reading →

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Avo-Challah

Posted on July 16, 2024 by sputterpub

A tide of challah-making has besetthe families I foisted on the world.Inspired by late hate, one kid has lether mind expand her heritage, and hurledherself full-tilt. A month ago I madethe first, on Friday kneading, punching down.She joined for shape … Continue reading →

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Ripeness

Posted on July 11, 2024 by sputterpub

I must have bought too soon. Each apricotI ate last month was like a tease to me.The color was inviting, but I gotin flavor an imperfect quality.The velvet skin and golden tone was notan indication of sweet pungency.It took until … Continue reading →

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Springtime Bingtime

Posted on June 19, 2024 by sputterpub

It’s cherry time again. The Bings are in.I try to moderate, but I’ll admitI overdo each spring. Once I begin,I never stop till I have stripped each pit.Appreciating local origin,I savor all the flavor. I don’t quituntil my plate’s exhausted. … Continue reading →

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Aged Appetite/Mulish Mind

Posted on March 31, 2024 by sputterpub

She wants a burger every time we trya restaurant we haven’t been to yet.The menu has some options that could fly,but she’s uncomfortable – her mind gets seton ordinary fare, and she’ll forgetthat sandwich is too loaded to be fun.She’ll … Continue reading →

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Appetizer

Posted on February 2, 2024 by sputterpub

Arriving home at 25 to 6,I feed them as a form of self-defense.At nearly 3 and 7, I must fixa healthy snack or chaos will commence.An offer of whole fruit won’t work – the trick’sa little preparation – bringing senseof … Continue reading →

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