The Recipe on the Box

Each year I make the matzoh balls, Which come out pretty good. My husband cooks the chicken soup; Our roles are understood. He always wings it when he cooks, Just uses what’s on hand And never needs a recipe, Which I can’t understand. I follow the directions When I cook or when I bake And measure the ingredients So there is no mistake. My time-worn recipes are stashed In cookbooks or in files; The drips and spatters dotting them Evoke nostalgic smiles. Yet always for the matzoh balls What has the most appeal Is the recipe that’s on the box Of any matzoh meal. That’s up until this year – there was No recipe at all! I Googled and saw dozens, But not one my matzoh ball. Until I saw a posting From a woman who, like me, Asked if anyone could help her Find that box-back recipe. Voila! Someone responded With a picture of the box. It’s amazing what technology, From time to time, unlocks. I made the matzoh balls And hope they’re good as they appear, But I copied down the recipe So I’ll be set next year.