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Food by Heather Moulson

Arts Richmond

Online - 17 July 2020

Food by Heather Moulson

Food

Dinnertime was rabbit stew – tiny bones
sticking out the greasy stock
and thickness of gravy, covering
     fried liver.
Lamb hearts still beating, next to
     mash potatoes.
Chops and chips were a treat,
rare as blancmange, or a
     bottle of R Whites.
Or chips from the brand spanking new
Chinese Takeaway – counteracting
the basic mistrust of sweet and sour.

Then no more proper dinners at 12 o’clock,
lunch became a tin of Happy Shopper soup
while tea diminished to Earl Grey and bore?
Currant bread, dinner became supper.
Mince cooked after work, in a pan owned
     by a vegetarian
Or a slab of gammon steak next to a bunch
     of broccoli.

Never had ‘afters’ anymore – no rice pudding
out of the oven, nor tinned peaches and
     custard.
A can of Pils lager and ten fags were the sweetest
     of substitutes.

The first meal on wedding present plates,
     was curry from Bejams.
My kid’s post school meals were sausages and
     pasta.
Hand made ginnochi a dismal failure.
Adult time meant traipsing along supermarket
     aisles, looking for rice wine or cider,
for the most life-changing recipes.
Only to be ditched for Birds Eye and chips.

No more standing over hot fat, or multiple
     roasting pans.
Nor the daily visit to the butchers, where
     rabbits hung upside down.
I tell the children about Gran’ meals –
that that was how she held the family
     together.
They look at me and laugh.
                                           
                     

by Heather Moulson

       More about Heather at https://heathermoulsonpoet.com/

 


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