Spices

MALT O MEAL

Mellow spice fragrance
Aromatic sweet coco
Leaves me reminiscent of
Memories of childhood cold mornings
Of warm cereal and milk

Thank you for allowing me haha! I know this overkill, but I've been delighted to write these personally (regardless of the comp). I know you said limitless, but if it's too much, please just consider my Bay Leaf as the primary contender, it's my favorite 😊

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Herbs and Spices (I Remember When…)

I can still remember the days when I walked into the house,
And the aroma of spices and seasoning filled the air,
I remember being that young when grandma was cooking,
My wonderful memories I’m about to share…
I would walk into the kitchen and give my grandma a kiss,
Saying how good it all smelled as she prepared the food,
I can still see the herbs and spices in her delicate hand,
Mixing them into one of the many pots that stewed.
Then she would tell me stories about days of her youth,
Growing up and how she came to know their names,
How each one of them would enhance the flavors,
The art of the kitchen and how it could entertain.
But being just a kid at that time I didn’t understand,
That spices and herbs were more than just a routine,
They are part of family customs and cultural traditions,
That tell a story of where your ancestors had been.
This one, she’d say, comes from this part of the county,
It grows here because the soil is rich for this reason,
And she’d tell me tales about those “old market days”,
About herbs and plants they’d bring during the seasons.
The fragrances still resonate alive in my mind,
The taste and flor of each dish at the table,
My grandma’s smile asking if I wanted seconds,
And me usually saying yes just because I was able.

Now that I’m old and I look at my grandma’s fragility,
I still recall the herbs and spices in her delicate hand,
Now I seek the cooking advice from the little lady,
She still tells me stories that start “I remember when…”