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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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Garden Gone

After four inches of rain last night (and more coming today) this years garden is done! The corn was about a foot and a half tall and is now underwater. After a late start from it being too wet to plant, farms in this area, have taken another beating. Many of them will not have a crop this year. With falling crop prices due to the trade war, even crops in the bins are not worth selling! So much “winning”!

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Haiku 2-18-2018c

My third post! 40-50 mph winds blowing on the plains today, can’t see beyond the yard. Fireplace burns and cat is in my lap!

howling winter wind
carved furrows of dirt and ice
hot chocolate poured

                     -Clarence Holm

Revised version – Thanks Lynn

howling winter winds
dance on fields of soil and ice
stirred my cocoa mug

                  -Clarence Holm