For African-Americans "Soul Food" is very special. It is not the cooking of parents or grandparents that makes the gathering special rather it is the love that is shared between family and close friends. The down home cooking is just the tip of the iceberg so to speak rather it is a time to reflect on old memories and start new ones.This type of spirit inspired this poem. I hope that you enjoy.
Grease the black skillet And fill it With the batter From the bowl Enough to fill my soul Add a hint of honey Some butter or some cream Do you know what I mean?
Give me that Corn Bread Love The kind I am thinking of The kind that fills you up And never leaves your cup Or your soul Empty Now that’s the kind of love for me Add some candied yams And some collard greens Now do you see what I mean?
Cornbread Love That is what I am thinking of Enough to fill my soul Warms me up whenever I am cold It gives me something to hold And something I can sink My teeth in Something to believe in The kind of love that gently Burn your fingertips And makes you smile Because it is music to your lips Corn Bread Love That’s what I am thinking of Or better yet You can make it With some jiffy mix Add some honey and a stick Of butter or margarine Do you know what I mean? Now whip it quick until It is smooth and thick Now grease the Black skillet And fill it With the batter From the bowl There is more than Enough to fill my soul
I want some Corn Bread Love That is what I am thinking of That kind of love that fills you up And never leaves your cup Or your soul Empty Now that’s the kind of love for me
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Posts: 1786 | Location: Land of Relevant and Quiet Protest | Registered: 08-19-02
is so damn good. I liked your poem it made me think of visiting my aunt and uncle and well also going to some of the menonite places around here. The food is always good when it is cooked in the south. And that is really what "soul food" is it is just good old home cooked southern food. The best are stewed tomatos. Yeah well now I am hungry for real food since I just ate crappy college food. Yeah and I liked the poem too.
"Hell and night must bring this monstrous birth to world's light" Iago. Othello 1.3 "He that filches me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him and makes me poor indeed." Iago. Othello 3.3
My sirloin steak turned out to be tough, and I didn't have candied yams for dinner...just a plain, old baked one, so being somewhat still hungry, your menu has me interested. I do, however, have a family pass-me-down black skillet. But the one who used to make good cornbread is gone, so that leaves me to vicariously relish what you eagerly offer.
The poem? Excellante, mon ami!!! I can just hear you earnestly touting the worth of cornbread love...you know what I mean?
I make cornbread in a pan. No sugar. Tell me yours doesn't use sugar. And what is this line:
Or better yet You can make it With some jiffy mix
Jiffy mix? Oh, no! That's not cornbread love, that is a cornbread one-night stand. And you call yourself a southerner? Did they ever cook them in those cast iron forms that made them look like ears of corn? Now that was crisp all over and great with buttermilk.
Of course I jest, the food was just the excuse for my family as well. Not being African-American, we substituted pinto beans cooked for two days for the collard greens. In the South I came from nothing was ever green, just shades of dried out brown.
This poem was primo, Rico. Time for you to start submitting, I would say.
I can trace my lineage back to King Lear's fool, so it is genetic. Nick
Yes,the corn bread is king.Along with ham hocks and black eyed peas.This kind of meal never ceases to fill the soul with warmth and kindness to last just a day until you can have another helping.I think you solved my menu problem of the day.
Those who are mentally and emotionally healthy are those who have learned when to say yes,when to say no,and when to say whoopee! -Willard S. Krabill
Posts: 4949 | Location: my enchanted forest | Registered: 09-14-02
I don't now if anyone could have said it any better. Got me hungry for some southern cooking! And then your structure, rhyme, and everything well...that "soul" style was deeply rooted in that too. I can feel this with a beat in its backdrop, but then all your work has that hidden beat going on somewhere in the background, doesn't it? What is it you call that Rico? The street beat? Well, if that's what it is...then it is definitely there. Good job. hey, pass the gravy!
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Posts: 930 | Location: The Dark Side of the Moon | Registered: 05-26-02
I know it's not anywhere near Thanksgiving, which is what this poem brings to mind (as well as other holidays/family gatherings), but its message is such a warm one I don't think it matters what time of year you read it! It brings about an "all-over" good feeling, so I thought I'd give it a bump on this hot August evening. This was always one of my favorites by you, Rico. You are truly a versatile writer!
"As you fluttered in my future, fled throughout my lifelong past I expected every spring to bring you to my arms, to my side." from "I always knew" by Rod McKuen
Posts: 2096 | Location: somewhere over the rainbow | Registered: 06-30-02
Yummilicious, Rico! I do see what you mean; and the juxtaposition of such delicious food (which fills the stomach) with that of tender love (which fills the heart), is unique and very well expressed. Thank you for sharing; I wonder how I missed this the first time 'round!
Thanks for bumping this lostbutterfly!
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Posts: 2568 | Location: Middle of Nowhere | Registered: 04-12-02
Hey there Rico. Member me? HAH...probably not, but that's okay. It's been a while. Moving on...like always I loved the poem. I'm in Culinary Arts & I know that cooking takes a lot more than just throwing ingredients together. You have to be creative & use your imagination & if your cooking for your family you put a bunch of love in there too. MmMm...fewd!
Uh huh! I think I do! Rico, you are such a delight! Cornbread Love is the earthiest, soul-touching thing I have read in a l-o-n-g time. Got my lips smacking, my fingers itching to stir and my hips ready to shake by the stove.
To hell with no-carbs! I'm gonna make me some cornbread (with butter and cream!)
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Posts: 1317 | Location: Suspended, In My Head | Registered: 08-05-02
I'm wondering if my reply will even be read. SO many people have already replied, but I may as well get my two cents in. Awesome poem. Makes me want to go back to Alabama, and get me some cornbread. Aw, great. Now I'm hungry. Keep up the poems, and we'll keep up the replying.
I bumped this back in the summer just because it is one of my favorite Rico poems. I now bump it to be shared by all for the warmth and comfort and feeling of family it projects as we approach Thanksgiving week. Happy Thanksgiving to all on WP...you are truly a wonderful extended family!
"If a man should pick me wildflowers, he would hold my heart forever" J.
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