¼ cup corn
Among the fields and forests wild
Where deer and turkey used to roam,
A cabin would have been my home
With fireplace and earthen floor
And bearskins hanging at the door.
I would have gathered berries bright
For candles fragrantly alight,
And dug for clams and picked the corn
And laid the table smooth and worn.
Or hunted nuts hard-shelled and good
And helped in any way I could,
With time to laugh and play and run
When Indian children came for fun.
And on the first Thanksgiving Day
I would have met with friends to pray
And thank the Lord for all his care
In keeping us together there.
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I hate the notion of a secret recipe.
Recipes are by nature derivative and
meant to be shared –
that is how they improve, are changed,
how new ideas are formed.
To stop a recipe in it’s tracks,
to label it “secret”
just seems mean.
~ Molly Wizenberg