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Offline 510bhan

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Mushrooms circa 1960
« on: July 28, 2011, 06:07:00 PM »
When Mum prepared rude mushrooms
bought from the greengrocer
at a mighty price,
she’d steep them in salted water
to bring out any maggots,
remove their stalks,
peel them, spoon out their gills
and discard the trimmings
glance at the clock, grimace at the waste
and sigh. Cooked to a shrivel,
added to a pot of mince and onions,
served with spuds and gravy and peas,
for a Sunday dinner
we were expected to be impressed.

After foraging with Dad at dawn
we’d return from the airfield
sweaters loaded with our finds.
He knew the best spots,
could spot a puffball at fifty yards
and avoided the poisonous fungi.
As hunter gatherers we tumbled
brown and pink and white buttons
into the sink and smiled. Breakfast
earned, bacon and eggs to accompany
the truffle-related treasures, or maybe
alone with thick toast.

Large, flat, meaty beasts,
checked for any holes,
received a spoonful of butter,
a shake of salt and pepper,
and he’d set them in a hot pan
skins intact, stalks sautéd beside their cups 
until the seasoning drew through
the yellow melt and sizzled beneath.



Offline mudge

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Re: Mushrooms circa 1960
« Reply #1 on: July 29, 2011, 06:19:50 AM »
No doubt who had the better mushrooms then, interesting poem. :)
You know that little indestructible black box that is used on planes, why can\'t they make the whole plane out of the same substance?

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Re: Mushrooms circa 1960
« Reply #2 on: August 01, 2011, 12:39:54 AM »
Your choice of words are very interesting here. I enjoyed reading this immensely.

Mum and Dad are two very different creatures --- I found them both very interesting.   :)

All the hard work mum put into preparing the mushrooms for her family, and all the hard work dad made the kids do to "earn their breakfast", both demonstrations of love on parents' part but very different,  and the kids seem to appreciate the mushrooms more when they worked harder for it.

I kind of feel sorry for  mum---------probably because I am one and can identify. It's the thought that counts I suppose.

The imagery here is excellent.......I swear I smell sauteed mushrooms!

I hope I understood your poem correctly.

This is a keeper IMHO.