Robert L. Hinshaw Poet Rhyme

Mom's Old Iron Skillet

The skillet hung near the old wood-burning kitchen stove.
Aside from her family, Mom considered it a special trove.
With that blackened old pan she prepared delicious repasts,
That in my judicious opinion will ne'er be surpassed!

Ah, just to recall the tasty grub stewed up in that old skillet!
How it tingled my taste buds just sliding down my gullet!
The chicken, steaks and chops in that old pan she did fry,
Evoked oohs and aahs and many a contented sigh!

She liberally dolloped lard in the pan 'til she had it just right,
Then concocted stews, soups and fried taters for our delight!
Mom was never concerned about such things as saturated fat,
Or life-threatening cholesterol and such things as that!

I suppose medicos today would have a conniption fit,
If they knew of the dietary sins my Mom did commit.
She must've done something right - her spouse lived past ninety-four.
Her kids outlived the odds, each reaching four score years or more!

Self-anointed wizards deem cast iron skillets detrimental to our health,
But I think they're just peddling new fads to add to their wealth!
My dear spouse uses her old iron skillet most every day.
I feel fit as a banjo regardless of what so-called experts may say!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Barbara Cameron April 4, 2011 at 8:42 AM brilliant, we were also brought up with a big pot on the stove bubbling away,,,,,,,,,,

Kabuteng P.Ink K. April 3, 2011 at 10:43 PM Have to agree with your mom! I love using that iron skillet myself-- & adds iron to your food too, righty? Can come in handy against house thieves as well! Enjoyed this one, Bob :) I hope snow didn't visit you over the weekend :) Thanks for dropping by & send my love to Simba as well :) sounds like a fine cat :D

Joe Maverick April 1, 2011 at 11:59 AM Good straight talking Robert, this went write and got to my stomach (rightly so!)

Elaine George March 31, 2011 at 5:19 PM I have one that belonged to my husbands mother. Wouldn't be without it. Ahhhhh, Robert, you bring back such wonderful memories for me. Thanks for your last comments and up-dates. lainie

Cherie Durbin March 30, 2011 at 4:47 PM Thanks for commenting on my songpoems, Robert! I'm a homeschooling mother. You're so lucky your mother could cook, Robert. My mother never fixed anything that wasn't from a can or a box. I love your sentimental-after-your-heart writing style. Keep the good poetry coming.

Constance La France March 30, 2011 at 4:23 PM A "magnificent" poem Robert, I so enjoyed reading it~~

Ralph Taylor March 30, 2011 at 12:55 PM Very humorous, Sarge. Well written. Enjoyed. Great job. Ralphie

Carolyn Devonshire March 30, 2011 at 9:45 AM :) Funny poem, Bob! I don't like cooking with an iron skillet because they're so heavy, but here in the South the locals use them all the time. I don't know why "wizards" think the skillets harm your health, but the lard is something I try to avoid. Really enjoyed this one! Love, Carolyn

Sara Kendrick March 29, 2011 at 4:52 PM Have several of those old skillets myself..Enjoy cooking in one but they are a little heavy..Your descriptive verse brought me back to childhood..Sara

Dr.Ram Mehta March 29, 2011 at 4:37 PM What a touchy and moving memories of the mom you have recollected, Bob

Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 29, 2011 at 3:08 PM Bravo Bob on the quality of a quality skillet..my Grandma would have no other and Mom was not far behind.. Italians take pride in their skillets luv.. an endearing poem to reminisce and reflect on today's gurus of the cooking channels luv.. enjoyed my friend to the end...