“Darling, my mother is coming today”, she told me.

I nodded, my heart wary of the arrival of impending doom. I don’t despise my mother-in-law but usually her arrival spelled just one word: Trouble.

When the doorbell rang, I greeted her with the usual painted smile, and settled down to read the newspaper again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her give a packet to her daughter.

When she sat down next to me, I politely inquired of her health, listened to her reply and then asked,”What exactly was in that packet you gave to Liz?”

She didn’t notice the anxiety in my voice I guess, because she replied,”It was my mother’s cook book. She gave to me, I’m now handing it to my daughter. Why?”

I shook my head, looked at her and said with a sigh,”Auntie, you just gave the recipe for disaster.”

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

38 thoughts on “Recipe”

  1. recipe for disaster? yayyy….:)but glad i know how to cook and recipe books can help me too!i am smiling here, i pray that you will find someone better than your character here in your story! 😛

  2. Thanks to: idea if u can cook, or if ur not disastrous if u do cook 😛 me, i will find someone who's good cook itself maybe 🙂

  3. That's great! That's exactly what my husband would be thinking! When he doesn't like something I make, he says, "You don't have to add this one to the line-up." =P

  4. Thanks to: Shakira.yes. fiction 🙂 m still single, so that dialog in real life may still await me in future :)thanks for the follow as well.

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