Recipes of Old

The chicken soup’s a’boil, Fluffy matzoh balls on tap. We’ll use lots of eggs and oil By the time we call a wrap. All the pots and pans are waiting, And the cookie sheets as well, For the food we are creating Which tradition does compel. As we roast and bake and simmer For this Friday’s festive meal, I feel more than just a glimmer Of this holiday’s appeal. There’ll be dishes on the table Made from recipes of old And each taste will thus enable Reminiscence to take hold.