IN PRAISE OF SLOW COOKING (for De and Justin Jackson)
Lex minces garlic
and chops onion on a small cutting board
We love the sound of the knife
thunking the wood.
I brown the chicken in olive oil,
nudging the cutlets, easing in
a bit of broth after the first turn,
poaching with herbs from my potted garden,
a splurch of wine, a pinch of pepper.
Now we divvy veggie duty:
He, the mushroom expert,
peels, washes, slices thin
with a knife we wish was
up to the quality of our endeavor.
I’m the Carrot Queen, the
Broccoli Barlow Baby.
Rice is already on,
scented with saffron.
Whatever the meal, we cook
together. Slowly.
We need only the kitchen,
time, talk, and the bumping of butts
as we faux-fight over space.
Cooking is only half the fun.
Then comes enjoying
a slow-cooked meal
with family and friends.
© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Sharp Little Pencil 
Debbie
This is so good! I love what you are doing with the prompts! You inspire me! 🙂
Sharp Little Pencil
Debbie, thanks so much. And today, we get into the reeeeeeeeeeal romance, LOL!
Inspiration ultimately comes from the Source, no matter the expression. For me, this is an expression of God in me. Being a vessel, whether it’s singing a jazz tune, praise music, writing down and dirty or from an ethereal standpoint. I follow Jesus; I condemn no one who follows another, because ultimately, Jesus said LOVE ALL. And he was always pointing heavenward, urging us to worship God, not him. Funny how that worked out over 2000 years, huh?
Peace, Amy
uponthewingsofnight
I liked this poem because it gives the reader a peek into what goes on in Amy’s kitchen. Along with the cooking comes a lot of love.
Sharp Little Pencil
The double entendre wasn’t lost on you… !