A Food Poem: From my grandmother, Catherine Pickett Coffey--this was exactly her recipe, written out on a piece of paper, given to my mother, Eleanor Coffey, and transcribed directly as the last poem in my book of poems 87North. The "cold coffee" is the secret ingredient, in my view.
Cassie Picketts Molasses Cookies
One half cup sugar,
One half cup shortening,
Mix all together and bake
A Food Poem: My name is Patreesha, and I am a woman of Birdsfoot Farm. I was in the community house, helping with the honeycomb, when the harvest moon rose
The Women of Birdsfoot
The women stand round the old wooden table
Jim Cohn, Birdsfoot Farm, September 1990
Jim Cohn is a former resident of Birdsfoot Farm - an intentional community located between the St. Lawrence River and the Adirondack Mountains.
Submitted by Patreesha Endres, Canton NY
My family attended a Pi Day (March 14) celebration at the house of friends this year. A fun and somewhat noisy gathering of all ages, we shared interesting mathematical phenomena and trivia, but of course the edible sort of pie was the focal point. We had pizza pie (what else!) for the main meal, followed by a marvellously varied and plentiful selection of dessert pies: apple, pecan, chocolate, pumpkin. My contribution to the evening was this poem:
Ode to Pi(e)
We celebrate the noble pi,
Wish I Might
As a child, my brother and I recited this with our father: