If I were a kitchen,
I’d want an old-fashioned woman
at my counters – rolling dough
canning pickles, chutney, jam,
homemade pasta sauce,
and every Sunday, a roast.
She’d wear her sweat like a saint,
ignore her aching back –
one practiced hand feeding
her Carnation baby, while
other children flocked to Formica,
hot flesh sticking to vinyl
as they picked at fresh made
sweet buns, the pot on the stove
perpetually simmering.
Or give me modern efficiency –
ninjas and presses, air fryers
and induction cookers –
let the children belly up
to the breakfast bar, chomp
on veggies and humus, while
cook totes baby in a sling,
and preps bone broth,
strains of Baby Einstein
emitting from a propped up iPad,
while a cellphone vibrates
on granite, and the Keurig
spits out Starbucks Pike.
Just don’t abandon me,
piles of unopened mail,
or tossed aside receipts
company for coffee rings
on my counters.
Please don’t litter my surfaces
with rotting takeout containers, or
dishes caked with processed cheese –
don’t leave my stainless steel sinks
stained, spoiled food reeking
in the refrigerator, traces
of late night mishaps curdling
on the floor; absence of familiar
sounds declaring my presence invalid.
(Rewrite of a rewrite. Image my own)
Loved this poem! I have always thought of the kitchen as the heart of the home, the place where so many important conversations take place. The kitchen nurtures both the body and the soul. When my mother passed away this past January, everyone wanted her recipes, and we shared her many cookbooks. She was a wonderful cook!
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What a great legacy from your Mom – something that will be passed down for generations. Sorry to hear of you loss.
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Thank you! Sharing recipes is a wonderful thing. So many holidays are marked by a special food. We always have rice pudding at Christmas in celebration of our Nordic roots. Of course, we use Mom’s recipe every time!!!
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Great work.
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Thanks π
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Amazing work!! β€οΈ
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Thanks π
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Love this poem..thanks Anita
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Appreciate you, Anita!
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Aww lovely π
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Thanks π
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“Sheβd wear her sweat like a saint” – love this line. Well, now I’m hungry, VJ, and in the mood for pickle! Gonna check my fridge now… π
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Lol. Thanks!
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Enjoy reading this beautiful poem, VJ. Can’t imagine without modern efficiency. I love my instant pot, air flyer, mixer, rice cooker…. π
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I do too, Amy. All kinds of cooking inspiration. Thanks
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What an awesome poem and read, VJ. Is amazing in its language creation and imagery. Awesome.
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Thanks so much Jeff.
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Youβre most welcome, VJ. Always.
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Oh, such a lovely write!
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Thank you!
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Oh, how I love this poem, VJ! The first stanza brings fond memories of my childhood. Unfortunately, my cooking skills can’t compare to my mother’s, however, I make an honest effort. My hubby is a great cook but a messy one so I am the cleanup crew, which I don’t mind. It’s nice to hear your voice. It adds much meaning to the poem.
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Thanks Eugi. The first kitchen was definitely torn from childhood, the second from my daughters. I’m in between, and like you am happy to clean up when my messy husband cooks.
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The kitchen is such a sanctuary.
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It really is!
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Love it β€
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Thanks π
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A super poem that made me smile and think. I recall the first time I saw an apartment with two bathrooms and no kitchen: just a place to make breakfast. To imagine the lifestyle was a struggle.
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Oh my! I couldn’t imagine it. Thanks, Rachel
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VJ, this poem is wonderful! Three versions from a kitchen’s point of view – and it sounds like three versions of the poem as well. I never worked in a kitchen like either of the first two versions, but your imagery was so compelling that I could visualize myself in either. Just a delightful read.
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Thank you, LuAnne.
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Call me old-fashioned, but if I were a kitchen, I would loath and detest anyone who just threw plastic packages around. I’ve cooked twice a day every day since forever, and for seven people for a large chunk of that forever. Cooking means going to the market a couple of times a week, taking raw ingredients and preparing them, peeling slicing, cooking. I’ve never understood what people do in kitchens otherwise.
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My kind of kitchen, Jane.
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That first stanza…I felt you had been peeping into my kitchen! Lol
I would never like my kitchen to be like the one in the last one!
Love it, VJ.
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Really? I’ll be right over, lol. Thanks.
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Anytime, VJ, anytime. Most welcome. β€οΈ
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Well, that first old kitchen certainly resonates with my childhood. Brings back fond memories.
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I’m glad. Thanks Sandy.
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Welcome!
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Fantastic “snapshots” – what a contrast! Yet underlying both: Mom-in-kitchen. And she needs to find time to “be there” even though she’s called to be lots of other places in these modern times … your point that out nicely, too.
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Thanks Jazz. I actually caught myself and changed “mom” to “cook” to break the stereotype. Either way, a happy home has someone heating up the kitchen.
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I loved this personification of the kitchen and its changing faces through the generations! That last stanza makes me want to go and give my kitchen some love today!
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I always think of the kitchen as the heart of the home. Thanks Heather.
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Yes, so often the place that brings everyone together! You’re welcome.
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Outstanding work, VJ, as you do. The first stanza reminded me of my southern born and raised grandmother. She could whip up a meal for dozens in no time. I enjoy cooking and don’t plan on abandoning my kitchen. π
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Your kitchen thanks you, as do I for your kind words, Michele.
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I really enjoyed hearing you recite “If I were a Kitchen”! Great addition to your blog! I just loved it! β€οΈ
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Thanks so much, Nadine.
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You are so very welcome! Will you continue to read your work?
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I’m trying to do it every Saturday now.
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π that makes me very happy! You are extremely good at the telling of your story!
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I really appreciate you saying so, Nadine, as my vocal chords can be fickle at times and so I hesitate.
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It just adds to the story! I felt like you were sitting next to me reading your story and I for one will never get to old to listen to a good story!
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I concur with Robbie about how thought-provoking this poem is. I wasn’t expecting that third stanza, but of course it’s spot-on.
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Thanks Liz. Another poem from my bedridden days – the third stanza reflective of my absence.
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You’re welcome, VJ. I was wondering if that might have been the case.
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Itβs likely to be somewhere in the middle of the two extremes.
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For sure – we swing between the ideal and the disgraced, lol.
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A very thought provoking poem. I actually cook from scratch most weekends for my family and my mom helps out during the week.
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Oh! Then I want to be your kind of kitchen. Thanks.
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wonderful ππ
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Thanks π
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