Showing posts with label kitchen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kitchen. Show all posts

Sunday, January 18, 2015

In the Beginning



I sleep two time zones,
wake in the small day between.
Darkness on the face.
No rest on the seventh.

The dustbin lid cracks down
on kitchen dreams.  Ashtray speaks
with gently-hammered elbows
and knees.

Only a blue-lit kettle
shines through the deep. 
Everything is transformed,
microwaveable.

I thank the god of oven mitts;
my fingers free to make
evening and morning,
and it is good.

At last we sleep
on the crumb-strewn floor. 
Evolved.  Immortal.
Creation under my nails.


tk/January 2015


Brilliantly delivered by R.A.D. Stainforth...





Sunday, March 31, 2013

Culinary



I'm your sous chef
but it's you who are cunning,
squeezing seeds from tomatoes
casually in the palm of your hand.
We reflect in the night window
like two aproned ghosts.

It's a changed world here,
free from any feeling
apart from belonging.
I lean back and sip wine,
watch you do your splendid thing,
flee all responsibility.

Patient with a slow simmer,
you dare to touch fleshy lasagna
with gentle expertise.
Everything fades to steam.
Is it coincidence we wind up
in the same kitchen?



tk/March 2013

Thanks to the talented R.A.D. Stainforth for reading this poem. More of his readings of my poetry can be found HERE.

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Saturday, April 30, 2011

heavy metal


Somewhere deep in my DNA, there must be a blacksmith.  I have a thing for heavy metal.  Not the music variety, but cast iron. There's something very sensual and earthy about the smooth cool surface to the touch. On my latest trip to my local Gee-Dub (Goodwill Store) I found a 10 inch by 3 inch vintage cast iron skillet with years of lovely patina.  It's marked Wagner Ware Sidney #8.  The Wagner Manufacturing Company was founded in Sidney, Ohio in 1891.  The name Wagner did not appear on skillets after 1922.  From the style of the "W", it's safe to say mine is one of the older models.

If you don't own a cast iron skillet, it's well worth the time and money to invest in one. You can find old seasoned ones for sale on the internet, thrift stores, flea markets, or garage sales. Look for one that might look as if it has seen better days. If the pan is rusty or encrusted with grease, buy it anyway. With just a bit of gentle cleaning (I don't use a lot of soap) and a light swipe of vegetable oil, it will be luminous and ready for the kitchen. Plus, you'll be able to pass the pan on to your children and grandchildren.

Do I cook with it?  Absolutely.  I added it to my wonderful 12 inch family heirloom that's been cooking up Hoosier food for nearly a hundred years, and my little 7 inch garage sale find.  Besides being an ideal heat conductor, cast iron cookware heats evenly and consistently, it is inexpensive and will last a lifetime (actually several lifetimes).  I love that it goes from stove to oven, no special utensils are needed to cook in it, it won't warp, and cleanup is a cinch. A well-seasoned cast iron pan will only get better with age.

Since you can pop them in the oven, try making cobbler, corn bread, and even lasagna in your cast iron. One thing to remember, don't pour cold liquid into a hot skillet, or it will crack.  Allow it to come to room temperature before adding water.

my Wagner Ware Sidney #8


Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string.

Ralph Waldo Emerson