The pyrex casserole with the
glass lid was taken reluctantly
across the street to the neighbor
who returned from her travels
and who I know cooks a lot.
The latest loaf disappeared into
the mouths of babes; neighbors,
children, skeptics and others.
I wandered randomly, or so
I pretended (to no one but myself),
into stores that may carry something like
a Le Creuset casserole, in navy blue,
the one I have always wanted,
although my mother’s would do
if she weren’t using it.
Possibly less expensive
options and red would do.
Miraculously, I walked out of
a store that did carry knock-off
Le Creuset casseroles, a red
one in hand and went home
and baked bread to fill the mouths
of neighbors, Belgians, skeptics
and others.
glass lid was taken reluctantly
across the street to the neighbor
who returned from her travels
and who I know cooks a lot.
The latest loaf disappeared into
the mouths of babes; neighbors,
children, skeptics and others.
I wandered randomly, or so
I pretended (to no one but myself),
into stores that may carry something like
a Le Creuset casserole, in navy blue,
the one I have always wanted,
although my mother’s would do
if she weren’t using it.
Possibly less expensive
options and red would do.
Miraculously, I walked out of
a store that did carry knock-off
Le Creuset casseroles, a red
one in hand and went home
and baked bread to fill the mouths
of neighbors, Belgians, skeptics
and others.
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