Monday, January 4, 2021

Spaghetti Love: Poetry Monday


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Hadn't planned to rhyme today,
but schedule just got changed. 
Poetry Monday chose Spaghetti Day!
Posts would have to be rearranged.

Older son's most favorite meal,
from first bite and still now.
It's National Spaghetti Day?
Had to honor that somehow.


Spaghetti Love

We watch our little babies,
learn to feed themselves,
communicate their favorites, 
pointing to them on our shelves.
My boys had tastes so different,
one's likes, the other'd frown,
A mama's challenge every night,
navigate her way around.

Now both my boys love lobster,
have from the very start.
but their momma's a Bostonian,
has New England in her heart.
We live in the midwest though,
where lobster's, sadly, rare.
I'd try other foods of every sort,
At some they'd simply stare.
My younger son would argue,
overruled but still appeal,
"They're made with cheese, you know, Mom
so cheetos are so a meal." 

My older boy at least chose
to love a legitimate meal.
Spaghetti his absolute favorite,
ate my spicy sauce with zeal.

"Let's go have dinner," I would say, 
Night after night after night.
"Spaghetti?" he'd always hopefully ask,
and smile when he got it right.

But sometimes pasta {{gasp}} was not,
what I had made to serve.
If we'd had it just the night before,
a scowl's what I deserved.  
I'd make desserts, I always did,
to eat them he'd be ready.
A sweet lover, just like any kid
only after, of course, spaghetti.

Orange Cranberry Compote Pie, a graham cracker crust, cranberry compote and a creamy orange filling perfectly balances sweet and tart. | recipe developed by | #recipe #pie

Orange Cranberry Compote Pie

Orange Cranberry Compote Pie, a graham cracker crust, cranberry compote and a creamy orange filling perfectly balances sweet and tart. | recipe developed by | #recipe #pie
Fall became his favorite time,
I'd make huge pot of sauce,
how a little boy consumed so much,
I was really at a loss.
Every occasion, spaghetti he'd want.
I'd lovingly prepare it.
Most enthusiastically he'd eat,
Undeterred, he'd even wear it. 
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"Don't bother me with pictures,"
you can see his eyes convey.
"Spaghetti night is sacred, mom,
Best not get in my way."

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Orange Cranberry Compote Pie    

Printable Recipe


1/2 cup sugar
3 TBSP orange juice
3/4 cup fresh cranberries
1 1/2 cups graham cracker crumbs
2 TBSP sugar
5 TBSP butter, melted
1 tsp orange liqueur
1 can (14 oz) sweetened condensed milk
3 egg yolks
1/3 cup orange juice
2 TBSP orange marmalade
*Heat 1/2 cup sugar and 3 TBSP orange juice over medium heat. Stir, then add the cranberries. Cook, stirring, until it bubbles and the cranberries pop open. Remove from the heat and set aside to cool for 1/2 hour.
*Grease a 9 inch pie plate. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
*Mix together the graham cracker crumbs, remaining 2 TBSP sugar, melted butter and orange liqueur. Press into and partially up the sides of the pie plate.
*Whisk the sweetened condensed milk, eggs yolks, 1/3 cup orange juice and orange marmalade. 
*Pour the cranberry compote into the pie crust and arrange evenly.
*Pour the filling onto the compote and bake for 35 minutes until the edges are brown and the center is set. 
*Gently run a knife around just the top of the edges to unstick from the pie plate. Cool on the counter for 1/2 hour, then in the refrigerator until completely cold.


  1. Ok. I just loved this so much! LOL
    Carol Cassara

  2. That was fun! I enjoyed every word of it. And as a mom of 6 I can so relate to difference in taste! At my place it's mashed potatoes!

    1. I don't know how you managed it with 6, I barely survived 2.

  3. My mind definitely is in a fuddle
    Two four day work weeks
    Kept the house in a muddle
    And me what day is this I seek.

    I cannot keep my days straight
    Is it Friday, Saturday or Sunday
    Thank goodness no one was late
    They remembered it was Monday.

    Can’t rhyme spaghetti
    Unless it’s Confetti.
    And that makes no sense
    I’ve run out of rhymes, I quit.
    So I’ll just have pie.

    1. Well, my son would definitely throw confetti in celebration if I served more spaghetti.
      Well done, Donna.

  4. Replies
    1. Thanks Diane, for including me. So glad you enjoyed my poem.

  5. Spaghetti is always a winner. Even a novice cook can learn to use it and it's a budget pleaser! Too bad I can't rhyme any of this. Alana

  6. Fun poem, and i am so glad you are joining in Poetry Monday. More spaghetti!

    1. Thank you for the welcome. I'll try to join in at least once a month.

  7. Cute photo. I don't miss cooking for a crowd and making sure there was something on the table that everyone would eat.

  8. "They're made with cheese so cheetos are a meal..." That sounds like me...


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