Beware Cooked Chickens!

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Tuesday Poetics - food!
(posted by sarahsouthwest)

So, your mission for tonight is to write a poem about food – about preparing food, or eating food; about family meals, or posh restaurants; about the emotional heft of a particular dish, the meaning that it brings to your table; about something you love or something you loathe. 


On Saturday nights,
Mom worked from
six to ten.  That's 
when she'd leave 
a rotisserie chicken
already cooked.  Dad
was not a carver.  He'd
take that chicken and tear
parts off with his hands.  
It was grand.  We loved
to watch him.  To his
credit, he made a tasty
egg dish, scrambled with 
whatever was around.  It
could be onions, salami,
or sometimes lox.  He called
it Mish-Mosh, and I can still
taste it.

Every so often, Mom would
make her famous Stuffed
Cabbage.  My sister and I wrote
down her steps as we watched.
The sauce was a perfect blend
of sweet and sour.  We have never
duplicated it.

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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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35 Responses to Beware Cooked Chickens!

  1. rothpoetry says:

    A great poem Sara! I love the story behind your memories. It is hard to duplicate another cook’s recipe!

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  2. Ain says:

    There ard some things you cannot duplicate, but you certainly can describe…v nicely done

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  3. I love these memories! I almost feel like I’ve met your dad just through this.

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  4. tear
    parts off with his hands.
    It was grand. We loved
    to watch him.

    I do this too, Sara! Beautifully written 🙂


    David

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  5. writingwhatnots says:

    Great memories to hold onto. So well written. I wondered, what is ‘lox’?

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  6. Rob Kistner says:

    Those tasty fishes lost to family history… 😦

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  7. danadampier says:

    Family dinners and traditions hold the best memories! My dad use to make a form of mish mash as well… called his self the king of mish mash!

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  8. Ingrid says:

    This is a tasty poem! I wonder where the stuffed cabbage recipe was from? My Slovenian mother-in-law used to make it…

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  9. Gillena Cox says:

    Good memories Sara.
    Happy New Year

    Much love…

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  10. I am forever glad I never had to taste my father’s cooking, not to say my mother’s was any good. I think honestly I am the better cook.

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  11. msjadeli says:

    Nice to have memories of both parents cooking. I love the visual of literally tearing into the chicken.

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  12. Never had stuffed cabbage but certainly torn a chicken apart more times than I care to mention.

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  13. thotpurge says:

    Food memories… wholesome and happy!

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  14. Lovely! And we always just tear into a chicken, I have no idea how to carve one 😀 .

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  15. sanaarizvi says:

    This is incredibly evocative. I resonate with; “Every so often, Mom would make her famous Stuffed
    Cabbage,” … sigh yes.. could never duplicate it. 💝💝

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