Saturday, 4 February 2012

Poetry Saturday . . . My Cupboards

My cupboards white are very fine,
I love them one and all.
Dressed up in coats of gleaming white,
They grace my kitchen wall.

If only all my cupboards had
Been built down near the floor,
Instead of far beyond my reach,
I could have loved them more.

My cupboards all are good to see,
They are my kitchen pride;
Although they're much too high for me
I'm glad they're side by side.

Source: via Kim on Pinterest

My cupboard shelves are broad and deep,
And long and high and tall;
Oh! How I wish that they were not
So high upon my wall.

Source: via Kim on Pinterest

One holds my precious dinner set,
One holds my pots and pans;
Another holds my mop and broom,
While others hold my cans.

One hides my tarnished silverware,
One harbours all my food;
While at the top another hides
The things that are no good.

Source: via Mindy on Pinterest

My cupboards all are very fine,
Their beauty I adore;
But how I love the only one
That stands upon the floor.
~Ethel Adelaide Allen

Don't you just love all the pictures of these country kitchens that I have showcased here this morning? I sure do . . . oh . . . what one could do had they the money, time and resources! Some people are so very blessed!

I tried to find out what I could about the author of this poem here this morning, but came up really with naught, except that perhaps she was Canadian and wrote one book entitled, Hymns and Miscellaneous Musings.

As you know I am a big fan of Coronation Street. I've been watching it for yonks and yonks. I've grown up with it really. The big story line recently has been Carla Connor's rape by Frank and her affair with Peter Barlow. It all came to a head on Thursday evening and the affair came out. Of course Peter's wife Leanne was devastated and the show ended that evening with her getting in a cab and driving away . . . Peter's son, the cheeky little son Simon running after the car, crying and shouting to her . . . Mom, don't go or some such. Oh my . . . the look on his wee little face just broke my heart, and the tears came, and I found myself thinking back to the night before I left my marital home and was tucking in our Bruce for the very last time. He was 11 and I remember his little arms around my neck and him crying and begging me not to leave the next morning . . . oh how my heart broke into a million little pieces . . . I had no choice, or I thought I didn't at any rate. Even now . . . it remains as the single most heartbreaking moment in my life.

I found myself yesterday thinking . . . if you could go back to one moment in time, knowing what you know now, would your hugs last that little bit longer . . . mine would.

*Molasses Crinkles*
Makes about 4 dozen
Printable Recipe

Thick, chewy crackle topped cookies. A family favourite for many years.

3/4 cup shortening
1 cup soft light brown sugar, packed
1 large free range egg
1/4 cup molasses
2 1/4 cups plain flour
2 tsp soda
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 tsp ground cloves
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1 tsp ground ginger
a small bowl of white sugar for dipping

Cream together the shortening, sugar, egg and molasses, blending well together. Sif the flour together with the soda, salt, cloves, ginger and cinnamon. Stir this into the shortening mixture. Cover and chill for about 30 minutes.

Preheat the oven to 190*C/375*F/ gas mark 5. Butter several cookie sheets. Set aside.

Remove from the refrigerator. Scoop out bits and roll into balls about the size of large walnuts. Dip the top of each ball in the bowl of white sugar to coat and place 3 inches apart on the prepared baking sheets, sugar sides up. Sprinkle each cookie with 2 or 3 drops of water. (This produced a crackled surface.)

Bake for 10 to 12 minutes until just set, but not hard.

Remove to a wire rack to cool. Store in an airtight container.

Over in The English Kitchen today, Spice is Nice Plum Cake.


I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

I have those cupboards that are high up and use a step ladder to reach the upper shelves. Would that they were all within arms reach. I love that poem and the pictures too. Hope your Saturday is a super one!

La Table De Nana said...

Very pretty those farmhouse sinks w/ skirts!

have a lovely weekend Marie~

laurie said...

lovely poem Marie, I can't imagine how hard it must have been to leave your son when he was 11, thats very young, i would imagine that pain never goes away.Very sad, time doesn't heal all does it really.Take care,

Shirley Ann said...

Popped over from A Simple Woman's Daybook and so glad that I did! Love your blog. We also live in England but come from Cape Town South Africa. I too have always had an affinity for England and anything British - so am VERY happy to be living here.
X Shirley

Kath said...

I love the country kitchen look too Marie,but I feel it has to be in the right property.I think I have said this before.I carn't imagine how much pain you felt,leaving your son Marie.My heart breaks leaving my Son behind in USA, everytime I have to come home from the holidays we spend with him and he is 39 this year.Sorry to have to say, but no one or nothing would have stood between me and mine when they were small.I carn't very well put a 17st 6ft 2inch over my shoulder can I now to bring him home with me LOL!!One day Marie you will see,things will change,please don't let your heart break over something you had to do.God leads us where he thinks we need to be.Take Care God Bless Kath xx

joolzmac said...

Beautiful kitchens to make me envious, although mine is nice and was designed by me.

I have just this minute made the Molasses Crinkles and wow, they are delicious. My Mum and 2 sisters are off on a road trip tomorrow so I made a batch for them to have with their cuppa along the way. Lucky them! Thank you for the recipe, it is a keeper.

Cheers - Joolz