Lesson in Seasoning

Posted on September 26, 2017 by

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #41  (posted by Mish) – “spice”
“Your entire poem need not be spicy or relate to spices (though that is fine too!) You can add “spice” or a derivative of the word with a subtle pinch. Be creative. Just remember that a quadrille must be exactly 44 words, excluding the title.”

Grandma says,
“There’s no seasoning,
pleasing to the boy. He is
an unspiced roast,
plain as dry toast,
macaroni and nothing.
What family doesn’t
use garlic? Never mind,
sweetheart. He has
a palate? He can learn.”
Grandma’s tangy stuffed
cabbage is his ultimate
test.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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21 Responses to Lesson in Seasoning

  1. Frank J. Tassone says:
    September 26, 2017 at 1:18 am

    Now, this is a delight! Thank you!

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  2. Frank Hubeny says:
    September 26, 2017 at 1:22 am

    Tangy stuff cabbage sounds delicious.

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  3. marley raine says:
    September 26, 2017 at 2:19 am

    “Macaroni and nothing.” I love that.

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  4. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) says:
    September 26, 2017 at 4:36 am

    I see a test coming up… wonder if a boy will get accepted if he doesn’t accep grandma’s spicing.

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  5. Beverly Crawford says:
    September 26, 2017 at 5:41 am

    Uh oh, hope he passes the test! Grandma’s are so wise, are they not?

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  6. sarahsouthwest says:
    September 26, 2017 at 8:04 am

    oh dear. I’m always disconcerted when a kid comes round who only eats their pasta “plain”.

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  7. Kathy Reed says:
    September 26, 2017 at 9:56 am

    Cabbage soup is to die for! You pulled this off in great form.

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  8. peterfrankiswrites says:
    September 26, 2017 at 10:23 am

    Just delish: I liked “There’s no seasoning, pleasing to the boy…’ Grandma’s voice is so clear.

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  9. Gospel Isosceles says:
    September 26, 2017 at 11:04 am

    Yes, something tells me, due to Grandma’s own spiciness, her cabbage is going to be out of this world.

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  10. ladynyo says:
    September 26, 2017 at 11:59 am

    Loved this. Poignant and made my stomach growl.

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  11. nosaintaugustine says:
    September 26, 2017 at 2:38 pm

    Lol, “macaroni and nothing.” Very clever poem!

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  12. Mish says:
    September 27, 2017 at 3:41 am

    I really enjoyed the snippets of dialogue as they painted the scene in this poem. Oh those finicky ones! I can relate working with toddlers.

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