Cream & Sugar

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whistling steam kettle
mom warmed on her kitchen grate
-covered with cozy

precious thoughts from so long ago
mixed with sweet cream and sugar

                                        -cj holm

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 218 Steam / Cover
5-7-5 7-7

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https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/09/10/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-218-steamcover/

Kartoffelkloesse

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Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 212

My mother would make potato dumpling for harvest dinners. Her signature ingredient was small pieces of bread fried in bacon grease and mixed with the potatoes, flour, and egg. She would shape the dough in her hands and drop baseball-sized portions into a huge pot of boiling salted water. After 10 minutes she would move the steaming dumplings to her big enamel roaster and cover them with a thick white cream sauce. She would bake them for another hour and serve them, still bubbling, to us at the kitchen table along with big slices of her homemade fresh white bread and pickled red beets (for color).

Even though these dumplings were our favorite meal, children learned from a one-time painful experience, to limit themselves to a single serving. Those dumplings landed in our stomachs like a fastball smacking into a soft catcher’s mitt and lodged there into the late summer evening!

It was not unusual for our entire family to nap for the rest of the day after eating those dumplings.

Potato dumplings
Just one fuels a farmhand
-Sates noon hunger pain

                                    -cj holm

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 212 Sates / Fuels

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https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/07/30/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-212-satesfuels/

Roots

I just received my results from Ancestry DNA. The results confirmed the research I’ve completed over the last 20 years that I am officially a displaced European “Mutt”!

Clarence DNA

For nearly two centuries, my genes were created by a indiscriminate breeding of the cast-off population of Scandinavia and Germany.  That my ancestors ended up in the Midwest portion of America by choice or a lack of direction is still under review. What is known is that all arrived seeking a better life for themselves or their family, not unlike the current crop of immigrant settling around us now.

My family history includes stories of young men and woman escaping war and famine. Some came for opportunities not available in their crowded homeland. Some were following their dreams, while others arrived because they drew the short straw! Whatever happened that made them take to the sea in the mid-eighteen hundreds, they all ended up as farmers and shopkeepers on the dusty plains of Dakota.

Together they survived because of a rugged independence imbued on them by the conditions they chose to settle in. They were a stubborn, some would say obstinate, people who made the best of their situation. (Who else would think that rotted cabbage and dried up whitefish (Sauerkraut and Lutefisk) could be cherished as the makings of a holiday treat?)

The fact that I still live happily in the rural midwest could be considered a testiment or a curse of the genes that shaped my being.

-CJ Holm