My spice rack
Holds many different spices
Thyme is saved for Jim’s savory soups and stews
Cinnamon sprinkles are in mama’s apple pie
Red pepper abounds in my brother’s chili
Dill pricks my potato salad
Paprika dusts mama’s deviled eggs
Cardamon gives my chai scones their best
Ginger spikes grannie’s ginger snaps
Nutmeg scents our holiday egg nog
Oregano floats in mama’s spaghetti sauce
Saffron flavors Jim’s bouillabaisse
Sage fills the air at thanksgiving
Pumpkin pie spice pumps our pumpkin pie
Marjoram flavors Hazel’s potato soup
Sesame seeds dot my Szechuan stir fry
Basil goes in my spaghetti sauce and omelets
Garlic powder fits the need when fresh is unavailable
Rosemary flavored shortbread cookies are a delight
Fennel seeds go in Jim’s special sauces.
Did I whet your appetite with these spicy memories?
11 thoughts on "My spice rack"
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Wonderful sensory detail and specificity! Love it.
You did. Now I’m hungry! 🙂
I need to start using some of these spices. No wonder my food’s so bland. The most novel: “Rosemary flavored shortbread cookies”
Totally delicious list poem!
Lovely.
Have done this many a time: “Garlic powder fits the need when fresh is unavailable”
Yes you did! Tasty poem.
So savory! Yes, you whet my appetite—and how do I get the recipe for chai scones?!
What a fun, beautifully rendered poem! I enjoyed this!
Appetite whetted! I love all of the sensory verbs
Full of texture, and use of the senses.. A real culinary delight.
Even the spice rack remembers! I love this memorial.
You did whet my appetite for poetry and food and more!