A Feast of Favorites
A Poem about Comfort Food
It starts with a sizzle
Butter dancing in the pan
Without care or worry
Like the cast iron is playing jazz
With andouille on the sax
And poulet on the trumpet
Peppers and tomatoes
Celery and okra
Onion and garlic
Spicy, rich, sweet
Sauteed royalty
Blistered and blackened by the heat
But strengthened by the pain
Developing a new richness
That understands the value
Of holding one’s heart to the flame
Before the cooling wash of broth
Slides it all into suspension
Drowning
With a heavy hiss
And a cloud of steam
Waiting on the rice
To plump
And the soup
To thicken
And the tears
To stop
It starts with a shimmy
A sifter leaving flour scattered
Over the counter
Like beads in the street
As the parade passes through
The dough
Soft and supple
Bends under the pressure
Of my hands
Until it comes together stronger
But still soft
Malleable
Ready to take shape
Under the guidance of whoever
Holds the roller
The curse of people pleasing
Is never to know your own shape
Neat circles
Trimmed of their rough edges
And unsightly folds
Laid out in rows like headstones
On a sheet of steel
Butter breaking through
The carefully curated shapes
Lumps rising from the top
As the heat reminds them
That everyone is just a little
Different
They start the same
Made of the same things
But no two remain identical
And everyone loves them anyway
Maybe it's okay to have
A little extra butter
Or a little less flour
In my circle of dough
After all
It starts with a scent
The unmistakable aroma
Of melting sugar
And toasted pecans
Rich and sweet perfume
For the poor and the bitter
Butter and cream
Lend their smoothness
To the candy
Playing mediator
And medium
As the crystals break down
And surrender
And the chopped nuts
Search for their other halves
In the whole
Disks form on the wax paper
A hot mess
That will slowly
And surely
Become a beautiful
Dose of nostalgia
And empty calories
To keep me moving
When I want to surrender
To lay down and die
A taste of home
Where my heart is
And a sweet memory
Of before
To savor
As it melts into my mouth
And seeps into my soul
Bringing light to the dark
And hope to the void
It starts with a smile
That turns into a laugh
As I serve up my soul
On a plate
In a bowl
Spreading the savory
Sweet
Nostalgia
Around the table
A ladle of gumbo
A biscuit for dipping
And a salted pecan praline
For every friend
And for my family
A feast.
About the Creator
Michelle Truman | Prose and Puns | Noyath Books
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. It was high time I started making Prose and Puns a priority, starting with Purple Poetry, Auqredis, and the World of Noyath.
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Comments (6)
I’m so hungry🥰 I love the way you talk about food. Honestly though, these poems bring great memories.
I loved how your four individual poems came together beautifully to provide such comforting feelings. Very well done!
This is a fantastic entry. You convey the comfort of food (and showing love through food) so beautifully. I really liked the bits of inner reflection, where the process is a mirror to a personal feeling. Bravo!
Outstanding ode to all the senses of comfort food!
Love this. Great job
Oh, I love that concept! Great job!