Burgoo Kentucky Stew (The day before Father’s Day 2024)
Into my Beau’s red Dutch oven, they go. Diced:
onion, celery, into hot oil. Allow to simmer.
Cook and let it smell like the spirits and the
potential at the fireside table at Talbott Tavern.
Next, 3 lbs chuck and later,
half a bottle of Tabasco,
made as advised by
Cheese Shop Charlie.
Set the base now. This is where you
remember your mother:
the diced tomatoes
and the tomato sauce.
Next remember your grandparents:
chicken and beef bouillon, garlic powder,
salt and pepper.
A touch of oregano and ground thyme
until you hear an inside joke or earworm.
Add Worcestershire and minced garlic
until you sense the moments
that stay with us forever.
Fresh gold potato, frozen veggies
for those that kept us fed:
Lima Beans for Mom.
Always a bit extra Okra
(the secret ingredient)
for Dad.
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Finally made my first batch of Burgoo yesterday.
Thanks to LexPoMo.
I have a series of soup poems that began in fall 2020. I saw this year’s LexPoMo as a tasty opportunity to take Burgoo off my list of “cook this” list.
reminds me a bit of Ophelia’s flower remembrance song, though with a tone of joy. love the idea of a series of soup poems
Oh that’s a fascinating connection. Thank you for sharing!
Much love.
I love this, an invocation of what food is and can be: love “Set the base now. This is where you/remember your mother:”
Thank you! That moment felt like a good turning point to me, too.
Love the idea of soup poems, very tasty
Love the way the recipe carries us back through time, and then right back to the present moment
I love recipes written like this!
This was great Tabitha- recipes passes down are so special!
Burgoo and Talbott Tavern – I have strong memories of both. In my family from NC, it was Brunswick Stew though. Changed to Burgoo after I married and journeyed to Keeneland with my, then, new husband. Love the way the food evokes memory and emotion in this poem – well done!
Ah! I love the expression of the mix all parts bring..: which is what makes it yummy and beautifully what it is. I felt like k could smell it all simmering as I read!!
Also analogy of you perhaps? These parts grandparents, this part mom and some extra that, dad.
That is marvelous! You live and breathe poetry, Tabitha!