—the confluence of poetry and images and occasional five minute riffs
I can hear the crackle, Linda! Well crafted.
interesting. The idea of the honey cake is lovely, but I'm almost salivating over the hot fried potatoes. (my grandmother would have cooked hers in lard)
Lovely memories shared, Linda. I can picture both and 'wait' with you.
Ooh I can taste the expectancy!
You put so many sights, sounds, and feelings in a few words. I could smell the honey cake and appreciated where it came from. I could see the fries dancing and appreciated the patience it takes to get down to the eating. :)
Linda I love the memories in this!Pamela
Beautifully visual, your poem - honey cakes, potatoes dancing in an iron skillet, sweet and savory memories... for me too.
Lovely vivid memories of sights and smells and all of that expectancy,Elizabeth
This is simple yet so effective. A lovely poem.
Sizzlin' good, lady! Bravo.
I am hungry!a subtle hint
it is good to remember... an excellent recipe... this brings so much to mind..