The Blue Collar Kitchen

The Blue-Collar Kitchen David J Walker I remember the aromas of childhood Emanating from the kitchen stove Dad’s biscuits every morning Mom’s fried chicken On Sunday or the Hash made of leftover roast On Monday I remember frosted cupcakes After school And oatmeal raisin cookies Just out of the oven and Waiting to cool Before we could eat them Don’t ruin your dinner Mother said We weren’t rich but We were well fed On a blue-collar budget In the mid-20th century