Poetry and Potluck

I'm not a culinary genius by any stretch of the imagination. Although I can make a mean pot of soup with whatever happens to be left in the cupboard.

Tonight I managed to open a jar of spaghetti sauce and thaw a pound of ground meat, in the microwave, of course. I never seem to have the forethought to let anything thaw in its own good time.

Yesterday I cooked frozen pizza. Oh, they were organic, but still all you do is open a box and throw it on the oven shelf.

The night before that I stopped on the way home and picked up a couple of already baked potatoes and brought them home. Then I stuffed them with spinach leaves and leftovers from the rotisserie chicken bought at the grocery store the night before.

I did manage to grill steaks over the weekend, so I'm not hopeless. There was a time that I cooked for six every night. Sometimes I even spent a day cooking for the entire month, but I was younger and had more energy and hungry mouths to feed.

Cooking has never been an art form for me, but for some, it's pure poetry. Jama Rattigan is one of those people. I think dinner at Jama's house must be an amazing event. Jama's blog, Alphabet Soup, offers" food for thought and fine whining." During the month of April, she has invited some wonderful poets to share their poems and a favorite recipe. Stop by and savor the flavors.