Beige
I stand
just as I have
for many years
in a noisy kitchen
full of familiar faces
repeated stories
caught in hot air
bubbles, heavy
in the scent of sage
and wonder
of future turkeys
endless potatoes
to be mashed
stirring at the stove
the more beige
I become
the more invisible
tk/November 2011
The brilliant R.A.D. Stainforth reads this poem:
(Check out his excellent blog Black Dogs here.)
The brilliant R.A.D. Stainforth reads this poem:
(Check out his excellent blog Black Dogs here.)
Speaking of endless potatoes, here is another wonderful variation of the quintessential mashed:
Boil 3 pounds of new red potatoes in skins, drain and mash with 1 cup grated Parmesan, 3/4 cup ricotta, 3/4 cup whole milk, and one stick unsalted butter, salt and freshly ground pepper to taste.
Best Thanksgiving wishes to you and yours, my friends.
Same to you Tess! Those potatoes sound yummy :)
ReplyDelete"Endless" and "potatoes" are two words that when coupled together are among the most beautiful words in the English language.
ReplyDeleteThere is a poignancy to this, Tess...a depth that belies a side dish...then again, maybe the potatoes are the main course :-) I remember my mother, preparing a Christmas meal...with lots of help...and pronouncing as we sat that we should enjoy this one, as it would be her last. And so it was the last family meal she prepared. Thank you for evoking that memory, my friend...it is a treasured one. Wishing much happiness to you and yours this Thanksgiving and always...
ReplyDeleteNo one notices the cook.
ReplyDeleteLovely, yet tinged with sadness,
ReplyDeleteas we cue in on the overly mundane,
the all too familiar, as the clan
gathers at the manor, and you
are hostess, cook, server, mother
and more. I often wonder how
so many women seem to thrive
on the preparations, and the
presentations. The holidays are
always tinged with stress, and
sometimes those beige moments.
Love the line: /caught in hot
air bubbles/.
oh my gosh....stunning Tess
ReplyDeletebut....there's hope
-grandmahood
and a lucky child to have you as magic maker
I love red potatoes. I agree with someone who said endless potatoes are a good thing. You may feel caught in the seemingly endless meal preparations, but your family will remember all those wonderful meals with fondness and great nostalgia...Happiest of Thanksgiving days, Tess!
ReplyDeleteR.A.D. is brilliant...my highest regards to him and his big black dog...and I know something of black dogs...
ReplyDeleteStephen Hayes rocks! Delores doesn't!
ReplyDeleteSuch a unique and honest take on holiday preparations. Makes you think!
ReplyDeleteode to potatoes. love it. of course, beige is a wonderful neutral for all sorts of flashy colors.
ReplyDeletemay you have a wonderful holiday.
Hey Tess,
ReplyDeleteI'm a first time commenter but long term follower.
Your poetry and images enlighten each day but this
one is a keeper on so many levels. I'm headed
to a friend's table tomorrow where she tells me her
stepson has made 18 lbs. of mashed potatoes to
feed an ever growing group of family and friends.
Thanks for reminding me to thank the cook.
Happy T-Day!
Caryl
Sorry you’re beige
ReplyDeleteMissed this yesterday
The day before the day
Ho ho ho
Thanksgiving is bright in name only
Beige is often the norm
But sad beige is grey
And you are not.
Sometimes we wear muted tones
For safety and protection
Or because lights have gone out
And we can’t just glow
But brightness returns
And colors too.
While Stevens says “Death is the mother of beauty”
Life is what we adore
And when the eyes see life
Turkey futures soar.
Thanks for the smiles PBTG...turkey futures, indeed...
ReplyDeleteCaryl, thanks so much for leaving a comment...it's fun to know you read my blog...18 pounds of potatoes...wow!
ReplyDeleteStephen, I could eat potatoes every day for the rest of my life...I like to think it's my Scots-Irish DNA speaking...
ReplyDeleteDr. Linthead, yep...R.A.D.'s brilliant...some kind of wonderful...
ReplyDeleteWell thanks to grown children I do not have to do the Thanksgiving meal anymore. I will never give up the Christmas one until not able but a lessening of duties at this time in life is a blessing in itself. There will be potatoes for sure. Blessed holidays.
ReplyDeleteQMM
Happy Thanksgiving, Tess!
ReplyDeleteLove the poem - just make sure you won't disappear, will you? xxx
P.S.:
ReplyDeleteThe effort and love behind cooking Thanksgiving dinner transcends comprehension, until it is your turn.
And a very Happy Thanksgiving to you, Tess.
ReplyDeleteLove your words. We all have our beige days, but they make the colorful ones that much more special.
ReplyDeleteWishing all at the Manor a wonderful Thanksgiving : )
Mashed potatoes is on my favorites for BF.Yummy!
ReplyDeleteThat potato recipe sounds immenseley satisfying Willow. Happy Thanksgiving.
ReplyDeleteMmmmm, one stick of butter in a pan of mashed potatoes...who wouldn't love that?
ReplyDeleteHappy Thanksgiving to you too!
they notice the cook in my house, but they do ignore the mess in the kitchen after
ReplyDeleteMy peeps are generally pretty good about helping with the aftermath...
ReplyDeleteBeige is the saddest word...and colour...♥ But your mash sounds great! LOL
ReplyDeleteMmm. Loved this. I am reading this after our Thanksgiving which we celebrated yesterday. And I was thinking how full of life and energy and chit chat my kids had (two are away at school most of the year) and how I was enjoying it all and just being ... silent. Watching it all was so heart-filling and I smiled as I chopped (and mashed).
ReplyDeleteHope you have enjoyed this wonderful weekend.
yes, just delightful stuff and a perfect resolution.
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