MARMALADE
INGREDIENTS:
Apple trees
And rain.
Lots of rain. And rest and food and loving care and
3 owls whose whoin’ from tree to tree to hay barn roof,
1 packed pond of chirruping toads . . . oh, and bees, and all that makes this world so fair.
Lots of rain last fall if you’ll recall, so all the trees drank deep, and our apple trees sprang pink and now are heavy weep with burden fruit
(needs synonym)
1 tsp cinnamon and
4-5 cardamom pods husked
juice of apples to make 2 cups
Julienned lemon, orange, and lime rinds
And juice of same
3-4 homonyms*
Dice apples ‘til you’re weary
When I was a kid, every spring with brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts and uncles, Ma and Pa too to grandmother’s house we go deep in the oasis she’d made. She had orange trees and sour orange trees and grapefruit trees and a lemon tree where someone always hid a single yellow Easter egg. Oh, but the Marmalade. In the oasis she’d made she made marmalade. Sour orange and grapefruit lemon marmalade. Inimitable marmelade.
Oh, but my father could fly a kite! Inimitable. Just outside the oasis, out over the greasewood and sand and so incredibly high the crossed quadrilateral shadow became a singularity miles away and then vanished forever:
“Hey, Mister! Will you take me for a ride?”
One did not see many planes in those old days.
Father we thank thee for the night
INCREDULOUS:
Ginger chopped
1 Strangely hot Serrano pepper
(“What I’ma gonna do with all them apples?”)
*“In music, we hear E-flat and D-sharp as the same tone.
However, it is true that listening to an E-flat or D-sharp
in the context of a particular tonality may slightly alter
the way an equivalent note is played and thus heard . . .” huh?
Marmalodd
Lady Marmalodd (uh-oh)
Dried Cranberries
Dried apricots
And for familied Thanksgivings we always had cranberryorangenutbread. 2 things I will never live down: getting stuck in the lemon tree and putting Desert Windows Marmalade on my cranberryorangenutbread. Oh, but my uncle could carve a turkey! Indubitably! “Who wants the Pope’s nose?”
And for the pleasant morning light
RIDICULOUS:
Lady Marmalade.
Gitchy gitchy ya ya da da
Gitchy gitchy ya ya here
Mocha chocolata, ya ya
Voulez-vous un p’tite gateau?
Avec moi?
Ce soir?
(PG rating . . .
While simmering, if mixture seems dry, do not add water! You may add 1 tazza di caffé espresso.
Summer until you achieve desired thickness.
Help us to do the things we should
Goddamn emoticonsCan’t even use a goddamn parentheses any more
Shepherd’s Pie of jellies. That was her name. Not Shepherd, but
For apple chutney, substitute Apple Cider Vinegar forapple juice
add 1 purple onion, 1 Tblspn mustard seeds
and you could say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there’
If I could write a poem
Gitchy gitchy ya ya yahweh
To be to others kind and good
REDONKULOUS:
Reseptember.
In all we do in work or play
My Grandmother made marmalade in her Arid Christian Oasis
and all the family gathered ‘round,
My uncle carved and puffed his pipe,
My Dad flew kites out of sight
a cross, a field
of desertified pastureland.
To grow more loving everyday.
And then I found this family recipe for chutney.