Sundays Supper

The fresh baked bread was served with every meal
Grandma's true secrets were never revealed
Eggplant lasagna
With hand rolled pasta
Herbs and tomatoes, she grew in the field
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Phipps Avatar
April 12, 2010 at 2:23 PM
Oooh, yum. Makes me think of my mother; gardening is her passion and I grew up practically only eating fresh natural vegetables. Nothing quite compares to the taste of an eggplant, a tomato, carrots or peas in a pod from the garden.
A  Avatar
April 7, 2010 at 8:09 AM
Enjoyed thank you!
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April 1, 2010 at 11:03 AM
Those grandmas sure can cook can't they. Enjoyed your poem. Thank you for sharing it and for your kind comment. Keep on writing! Karen
Smith-Johnsen Avatar
March 28, 2010 at 4:23 AM
Yum! That eggplant sounds delicious. Eggplant Nice Sunday poem, Mitch. Eggplant Lasagna sounds wonderful. Eggplant Parmesan tastes great! And those grandma's do keep secrets. I was lucky enough when my grandma passed away to have the privilege of looking through some of her papers that no one else wanted. (SMILES! I found her pound cake recipe! Best ever.) The grandsons are surrounding me now...time to spend time with them. Keep writing great poetry. Smiles, Dane Ann
Cheeseman Avatar
March 28, 2010 at 3:53 AM
Hmmm !! mouth watering piece here Mitch , liked it Daniel
Anderson Avatar
March 27, 2010 at 3:06 PM
Mitch, Thnx for reading and leaving your encouraging comments on my work...Truly appreciated...I'm asking Audrey to post this comment for me. ....Jimmy
Brown Avatar
March 27, 2010 at 1:39 PM
It was a pleasure to read the yummy poetry you presented to us today Mitch. I hope you have a wonderful weekend. Love, Carol
Devonshire Avatar
March 27, 2010 at 4:07 AM
I have a great recipe for eggplant lasagna and would be happy to reveal my secret to you. Delicious poem! I can almost taste it! Love, Carolyn
Babcock Avatar
March 26, 2010 at 10:27 PM
Those are special times to remember. Loved to go to grandma's for supper when she was alive. Still miss some of her special dishes. God Bless Phyl
Owens Avatar
March 26, 2010 at 10:01 PM
Very nice Limerick and it makes me hungry...enjoyed...Marty
Kendrick Avatar
March 26, 2010 at 12:05 PM
Sounds like grandma was an excellent cook...Those freshly grown ingredients are the best for excellent flavor...Keep the creative pen flowing...Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work..Sara
Hallett Avatar
March 26, 2010 at 11:21 AM
Wow sounds yummy! Good job!!! My Grandma never gives her recipes away. She told me she will take her recipes to the grave with her before she ever tells me or my mom!! -Courtney-
Dietrich Avatar
March 26, 2010 at 10:57 AM
Great description of a wonderful meal, Mitch. I sure miss my mom's sunday dinners, usually roast beef! LUv, andrea ps if you send me your name as it appeared on your birth certificate, I'll see if your number one appeared THERE. But your double 9's are awesome.
Culverhouse Avatar
March 26, 2010 at 10:53 AM
sounds wonderful, my mom makes eggplant lasagna and it is good!! Usually they grow the eggplant.
Richards Avatar
March 26, 2010 at 10:44 AM
It all sounds heavenly...!! I would love to have been invited to supper at your Grandma's table!! :)
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