National Poetry Month 8/30: See’s Candy

Welcome to National Poetry Month (#npr2020). This month, I am sharing original poems about food and family. In these times of sheltering, food is comfort. A list of links to previous poems is HERE.

Who loves dark chocolate? Raise your hand. It’s my favorite and before the shelter in place, my husband would bring me a couple truffles from our See’s shop in the mall (and their lollipops but that’s another post)

In my house growing up, See’s candy was a staple during the holidays.

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Wordless Wednesday: Week 15

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National Poetry Month 7/30: The Potato Ricer

Welcome to National Poetry Month (#npr2020). This month, I am sharing original poems about food and family. In these times of sheltering, food is comfort. A list of links to previous poems is HERE.

This potato ricer has been in my family since I was a little girl. I was introduced to it by watching my great aunt use it at Thanksgiving. I wonder how many pounds of potatoes have been riced.

the ricer
squishing potatoes
her gnarled hands

~jone rush macculloch, 2020, draft

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National Poetry Month: 6/30 German Pancake

Welcome to National Poetry Month (#npr2020). This month, I am sharing original poems about food and family. In these times of sheltering, food is comfort. A list of links to previous poems is HERE.

In college, we discovered The Original Pancake House. And it was there that I was. Introduced to the German Pancake or as they called it the Dutch Baby.
It wasn’t long before one of our crew found a recipe. I’ve made it for years. It’s a huge hit with the grands. Sometimes, I add apples and cinnamon when it’s baking. Delectable.eggy clouds

eggy clouds
in the cast iron pan
dream dinner

©jone rush macculloch, 2020 draft

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Sunday Solace: Week 15

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National Poetry Month: 5/30: Sunday Redux April Fool’s Surprise

This National Poetry Month(NPM), I am writing and sharing original poems about food, family and feasts. Sundays will be a day to reshare a poem from the past. A list of links to previous poems is HERE.

Since 2018, I have participated in the Two Sylvias Press poetry prompts for NPM. Two years ago I wrote a poem about an April Fool’s Joke involving the Graham Cracker Pie I featured on Wednesday this past week.

grandmother’s
recipe for pie
egg custard
graham crackers
once she swapped salt for sugar
“April Fool’s,” she yelled.

©jone rush macculloch

BACK STORY: This actually happened. Not as a joke but as an accident. My husband and I were discussing something when I was making this pie for our daughter’s birthday. I scooped from what I thought was the sugar container and instead it was salt.
We didn’t know until we tasted a very salty meringue in the pie. Eew!

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National Poetry Month: 4/30 How to Survive Fridays During Lent

Welcome to National Poetry Month (#npr2020). This month, I am sharing original poems about food and family. In these times of sheltering, food is comfort. A list of links to previous poems is HERE.

Today’s poem is reflecting on a sandwich that was a staple in our homes as a child. Dad grew up in a New Jersey town with a significant Italian population. Dad loved all things Italian and it is said that he wished each night to wake up Italian. He frequently referred to himself as MacAlooch. So it is no surprise that Dad learned to make pepper and egg sandwiches on hard rolls( although he used green peppers always).

What I didn’t know until this week is that this was a common substitute for a meat dish during Lent.

How To Survive Fridays During Lent

Begin with peppers
Green, traditional
Red, festive
Wash, seed, and chop, chop, chop

Heat the cast iron
Skillet with olive oil
Add the choppings
Stir, listen for sizzle, sizzle, sizzle

Crack the eggs,
add a thimble of water
Whisk, whisk whisk it up
Combine with the peppers

Slice the hard roll
Scoop out the top half
Make room for the
pepper and egg filling

Sprinkle Parmesan cheese
Should you desire
Give thanks for the meal
and mangia, mangia, mangia


©jone rush macculloch (2020, draft)

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