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The smell of sizzling pork sausage
frying up in a black cast iron skillet
while homemade biscuits rose in a hot oven
set my little girl mouth to watering
because Grandma knew her way around her kitchen.
She took the piping hot biscuits and slathered them
with glistening golden cold chunks of butter
and then she smothered perfect baked puffy clouds
light as a feather in Louisiana’s own Steen’s syrup.
Thick as molasses dark, rich and candy sweet
a delightful breakfast for me, served in a tin pie pan
so I could dip the sausage and dunk the buttery biscuits
in the dark luscious river of ribbon cane syrup
that came in a sunny bright yellow can.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Weekend Mini Challenge: Grandma’s Kitchen
Poets United: Poetry Pantry #494
Love it. So descriptive I can smell and taste it all!
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Thank you!
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I love poems about food!!! Especially breakfast!
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Thank you!
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Steen’s and King’s syrup – nectar of the gods. I loved this poem! the biscuits and sausage – oh my yum.
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Thanks Toni!
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Okay, so this poem is…AWESOME…and the memories it evokes…delicious. You were so fortunate to have a grandma who made these biscuits for you!
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Yes, I was. Thank you!
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Does this ever bring back memories! My grandmother churned her own butter, also sold it to our local grocer!
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Cool! Thank you.
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I can almost taste these biscuits. My grandma made the lightest, fluffiest biscuits, too – her secret was a teaspoon of Cream of Tartar in the flour. I loved this poem of remembering.
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Thank you Sherry!
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Er…..who was your muse for this piece?
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Lol- it’s true and it was when I was a little girl. 😊
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LOL
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We didn’t make flour biscuits in my part of Nebraska back in my day. So my grandmother did not make them. Mrs. Jim makes biscuits and knows Steen’s Cane Syrup. She is from Alexandria, Louisiana. Her father was from Thibodaux. I got a pretty neat bargain for my $5 license.
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Way to go Jim!
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Delicious, a finger lickin’ treat….
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Thank you Ivor.
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Couldn’t get any closer and deeper and resident in grandma’s kitchen. Great work.
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Thank you Brendan.
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Sounds delicious and at peace
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Thank you so much.
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Wonderful! And you sparked memories of my own grandma’s kitchen too. (She also churned her own butter and made wonderful biscuits. It was Golden Syrup for us.)
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Thank you Rosemary!
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I have never lived with food like this, it sounds wonderful and rich… my experience with breakfast is way more frugal.
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Yes, very rich and full of flavor. Thank you Bjorn.
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Love the vivid imagery and sensory details in this one, Linda! ❤️❤️
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Thank you Sanaa!
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Damn, now I have to go eat something, so evokes the smell and taste, and salivation.
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Haha! Thank you Paul.
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Pleasure (I think) 🙂
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Eating is good…:-)
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O that is so true 🙂
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This poem is almost like a “scratch and sniff”!
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Haha! Thanks Margaret.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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