Your Mom Learns to Cook

Once upon a time I planned to be

An artist of celebrity

A song I thought to write one day

And all the world would homage pay

I longed to write a noted book

But what I did was learn to cook.

For life with single tasks is filled

And I have not done what I willed

Yet when I see boy’s hungry eyes

I’m glad I make good apple pies

classification:  home and family

Did I ever tell you I didn't cook much when I was in my mother's home? Pasta, mostly, it seems.

In college I ate canned green beans since I shopped once a semester and mostly lived on charitable snacks from class-mates.  I learned to cook much later and set about learning the chemistry of how to actually MAKE things.  Now I am glad I did, and it pleases me very much to hear my children talk about cooking in their own households.