Recipe. Poetry. Slow Simmered Cabbage.

What’s for dinner—a first draft, a few lines of metered verse with a side of green cabbage. 

Peeled from my grandmother’s kitchen, the south,

pale green slivers scattered beneath a dull

blade. Full in the pot, salt, pepper, and stock

bubbling slow. I poured in piles of soft

feathered middles, raw cabbage to cook two

hours, until the flesh turns golden, seasoned

steaming cloud burst, boiling savory pot.



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Categories: Food, Inspiration, Photography, Writing

2 Comments on “Recipe. Poetry. Slow Simmered Cabbage.”

  1. Lesley Jones
    February 5, 2013 at 1:15 pm #

    Yummy! My favorite!

    • February 5, 2013 at 2:03 pm #

      It is the best isn’t it? Now, you have to make some soon.

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