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The Foundling Review   Leave a comment

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http://www.foundlingreview.com/July2010Issue3Peterson.html

The great thing about the Foundling Review, for a writer, is that they have what they call the writer’s corner at the end of every piece, where the writer can do briefly what I try to do here on this blog, talk about where the piece came from, and how it was written. After the poem, “Love Thy Neighbor“, and my bio, it says this in the writer’s corner:

This poem was written while watching Bobby Flay grill lobster tails on the Food Network, and trying to think of a new way to serve hamburger meat.

Seriously. As a mom, you buy a lot of hamburger meat. As a mom, you grow tired of hamburgers, Hamburger Helper, and meatloaf. But what else are you going to buy that will feed you, your spouse, and three kids? Steak? Not on my budget. So I am pretty much always trying to find new ways to use ground beef. Or ground turkey. Or hot dogs. Or tuna in a can. You get the idea.

So, I watch a lot of Food Network. And I get a lot of Bobby Flay grilling up stuff I can’t afford.  Which makes me just want to mash that ground chuck into little patties, throw them on the pan, and go write a little something while they sizzle. This poem is the product of that. Thank you Bobby Flay. Thank you very much.

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Wilderness House Literary Review   Leave a comment

http://www.whlreview.com/no-5.2/poetry/HelenPeterson.pdf

Wilderness House, which has published me twice now, is the feature today. These two poems, “Mother Cynic” and “Making Aunt Gracie’s Potato Salad”  both explore family in unique ways. Yesterday’s poem, “To the Mother of all Mothers”, took on a humorous view of motherhood, “Mother Cynic” as its name implies takes a darker view. Perfect for today, as my oldest got on the bus this morning for a new school, and did NOT want me to come to the bus stop with him. (He’s in 7th grade now, so I get it, but still…) fortunately, next week, my second will start preschool, and will definitely want me there so it covers the hole left by the tween. And it’s the up and down, the balancing act that is motherhood, that “Mother Cynic” is framed around.

The second poem, “Making Aunt Gracie’s Potato Salad”, is a poem written as a recipe, mapping the life of “Aunt Gracie”. The name came not from an aunt, but from my great-grandmother, Granny Gracie, who made biscuits, not potato salad. I just happened to be making potato salad that day, so it was a mix of the true and the not quite true. Emily Dickinson once said “tell the tale, but tell it slant.”, and that’s just what I did.

Food and family make great inspirations. Today, write about the food that means family to you, and share a slice here.