Clam ChowderA Poem by Kathy Van KurinLet's have lunch together. Would you like to come over?Clam Chowder Taste of sea salt clinging to my tongue. Soup bowl holds first creamy bite. Tantalizing fragrance tempts my appetite. Oh you never get old, clam chowder! Numerous enjoyments over and over; give me more please. So perfect are a few soda crackers laying so lovely on soup’s surface? What is left to improve it? Clams, milk and potatoes need no improvement. Well, maybe a little onion, garlic, and celery as it bubbles and fills my house with comforting smell. The poor crackers sitting on a plate must not be forgotten; no, no; for the crackers would be lonely, don’t you think? How about some cheese to go with? How about a little butter, How about a little jam? I have brought cheese and butter, creamy and good; comforting really. So, I am sure you should know the jam was made by my mother’s own hand. This pretty little jar holds her lovely raspberry compote. Oh I cannot wait. Can you? So let us quit all this talking and get busy for we have a lovely lunch to enjoy! Oh I forgot; let me get the flowers I arranged. Who doesn’t love flowers?
You are allergic to them? Well that’s all right. Let me take them to the back of the house. March, 2018, Kathy Van kurin
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