Old Cookbooks
I’m tossing out most of my cookbooks;
Makes sense since I don’t really cook.
The pages are marked
From the times I embarked
On a challenge which I undertook.
Those recipes once brought me pleasure,
But now seem like much more of a pain.
I’ve got quite a good deal
Since my spouse makes each meal
So from kitchen work I can refrain.
Still, from reading the notes I once entered
On those pages all covered with stains,
I can wistfully say
Things are better this way
For at dinner now, no one complains.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2022
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