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While outside it’s raining, and sleeting and freezing,inside my crockpot is bubbling with fragrant stew,offering me generous comfort and companionship,embracing the entire house with its delicious aroma oftasty promise, a guarantee of sorts against thecold and hunger,hunger for food to comfort my body,hunger for food to feed my soul withculinaryContinue Reading

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The stew splashedas the wind stirredthe lightning-warmedbroth…such a sight to seeat the beginning. The new cook in the kitchentook a sip and grinned…This is good. Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in Poetry Quarterly, North of Oxford, Twin Decades, Remembered Arts, Reader’s Digest, US1, and others. She wasContinue Reading

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You’ll have to start in the spring. Don’t ask me why, ask the green onions why they shoot up with the sun streaming through my bedroom window. Ask the chickens my mother raises why they rest in their coop all winter, meat growing tender with each passing month. Ask theContinue Reading

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At last, more space to spread out and organize,clear shelves and drawers to show what’s inside.Although I’ve resisted this extravagance, I’vegiven in so that I have space to freeze packagedhomemade soups, banana bread, and challah. I’m not questioning this urge to have morecooked food at hand, even if the newContinue Reading