The kitchen is my favorite room in our house. It’s comfortable, I enjoy cooking, and I manage my daily life from here. I can see the whole back yard from its windows. It’s not a big room but it’s got everything a room needs to have to feel like home. And, it’s often been the scene of some drama, although I don’t throw plates anymore. Here is a poem I wrote about something I’ve done about a million times over the last 25+ years, fixing dinner, but there’s more to it when you have more than one cook in the kitchen.
How Can Dinner Be Ready When It’s Still on the Stove?
You’re talking, and I’m hearing you
and you’re boiling everything down to fit into your stew pot
Straining out the big chunks and fishing out the slippery bits
of what’s my recipe,
my method of getting it done
you’re saying it looks done
and I’m a little annoyed but
you’re young and you think you know
what tastes good and what doesn’t
what people want to eat and what they want to spit out.
Meanwhile I just keep stirring.