Food Poem – The Scent of Apple Cake by Marge Piercy
Yet another benefit to baking: “to make sweetness where there is none.” I also loved the part about the sweetness of babies before “their wills sprouted like mushrooms.” Hope you enjoy the poem as I do! My mother cooked as drudgery the same fifteen dishes round and round like a donkey bound to a millstone… Read More Food Poem – The Scent of Apple Cake by Marge Piercy