Crushed tomatoes, basil-scented;
Rich, deep-red tomato paste;
The sharp odor of onions
Rises from the cutting board
As I carefully dice them;
Then into the olive oil they go,
With a snap and a pop
In the hot oil,
Their aroma suddenly
Mouthwatering.
A touch of garlic,
(Oh, a bit more)
Its scent melds with
The simmering onions.
The sausages,
Almost ready,
Sizzle in the fry pan,
Plump,
Rich,
Sweet and spicy simmering together,
Oozing fragrant juice when poked.
Ground beef adds its deeper
Tones of browning goodness.
Now the herbs:
Oregano, Basil, Parsley
That one bay leaf that
I’m never sure adds a thing,
But I don’t dare leave it out,
Because Grandma always added one.
Stir, and stir.
Simmer gently.
Stir, and stir.
The aroma fills the house.
Cooking up love.
About the Creator
Laura DePace
Retired teacher, nature lover, aspiring writer driven by curiosity and “What if?” I want to share my view of the fascinating, complex world of nature. I also love creating strong characters and interesting worlds for them to live in.
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Yum, this poem made me hungry. I love all the descriptive details.