This National Poetry Month(NPM), I am writing and sharing original poems about food, family and feasts. Sundays will be a day to reshare a poem from the past. A list of links to previous poems is HERE. I love this cast iron skillet. Was my grandmother’s and she got it from my great-grandmother. Well over 100 years old. So many meals, dishes: sweet-sour endive and potatoes, penuche, peppers and eggs, basted eggs, taco meat, and others. But now? There is a slight a crack. When I cook, the crack expands and leaks so…it will be repurposed as a succulent garden. Grandmother’s Skillet
grandmother’s cast iron skillet recipes handed down and cooked, but a crack sidelined it succulent garden ©jone rush macculloch (2020, draft)
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