From Grandma’s Country Kitchen


If you itemize the terms of cooks,

You’ll find we quite deceive our looks.

The things we do sound very cruel,

Like fighting a one-sided duel.

We beat the eggs, whip the cream

Blow the pudding up with steam.

We mash the potatoes, slice the bread

Tear apart the cabbage’s head.

We chop the onion, grate the cheese

Lemons and oranges we always squeeze.

We burn the sugar, gash the steak.

The celery’s heat we often take.

We skin the tomato, peel the pear.

Scrape the carrot everywhere.

We scald the milk, freeze the salad.

Strain the tea that’s really palled.

We prick the unsuspecting pie.

And remove the baby’s potato eye.

And if that’s not enough,

We smother some chickens and some we stuff.

And goodness know what else we do

I’m really quite abashed, aren’t you?

We do all this and never dry–

Till we get onions in our eye.

Written by Lauren Corder

I came across this while browsing through recipes.

Enjoy your day!

Laurie Jackson



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