Thursday, July 12, 2012


How could this be,  
this dreaming about food all the time?
I could make lemonade,
or the
icy thing on top of the other icy thing,
tart, refreshing
orchard mellow on the tongue,
something to quell my thirst,
or dull my hunger.

But I don't.

I leaf through the
many cookbooks I  don't use to cook with;
and like shoes I never wear
and lipsticks colors I can't match,
those foods remain dreams I could have
and life-choices I could make
in my twenty four hungry hours.



  1. sounds like you are on a diet....that is the only time I obsess over cookbooks and dream of food......
    and recipes...and and
    I am watching my carbs...and all I think of is carbs......yee gads.....I feel your pain

  2. Food...the bane of my existence!

  3. what are we really hungry for, i wonder - food the least of it but rather fulfillment, validation, immortality. no matter the food nor the stuff nor the accreditations, nothing, nothing can fill us up except acceptance and gratitude, which takes so very little space really.


  4. Okay, I'm with erin on this one- and I'm grateful for you!

  5. 24 hungry hours. like erin, i believe our hunger goes beyond food.... those unused lipsticks in the medicine chest, old shoes gathering dust and unpaged through cookbooks. they are metaphors for all those things we think we will get to - someday -

  6. Interesting post. I have been wondering about this issue,so thanks for posting.

  7. the consent wanting we seem to always have and sometimes never satisfied.

    Beautiful post Rosaria

  8. I love reading cookbooks, but I never thought of comparing these recipes with shoes I never wear. There is much truth in poem. I like it.