Food As Love
I like it when the house smells like latkes
hot oil sizzling onions in Granny’s skillet
heaping tablespoon makes the perfect size
comfort food for a favored grandchild
hot oil sizzling onions in Granny’s skillet
Los Angeles visitor for Toronto summer
comfort food for a favored grandchild
a large plate of latkes makes me whole
Los Angeles visitor for Toronto summer
had a moment of clarity in the kitchen
a large plate of latkes makes me whole
I need to learn how to make them myself
had a moment of clarity in the kitchen
asked Granny to show me how to cook
I will learn how to make them myself
potatoes eggs breadcrumbs and a grater
Granny showed me how to cook latkes
how to measure salt and pepper with hands
potatoes eggs breadcrumbs and a grater
she beat the egg whites to a fluffy foam
how to measure ingredients with her hands
sizzling onions finds the right temperature
she beat the egg whites to a fluffy foam
make sure edges brown before turning
sizzling onions finds the right temperature
spacing seven latkes in the circle of oil
make sure the edges brown before turning
I like it when the house smells like latkes
Zack Hoffman 2024
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Ah pure love here. I want you to teach me! I love those, but I think my Catholic (couldn’t really cook) mom didn’t do them like your gramma. I still endeavor the love in food too. Thanks for that memory so well written.
I can smell and taste them myself! One comment, however….I would like to see this as a prose poem instead of a pantoum.