When my grandmother offered Her recipe for Swiss steak, And my mother for how to bake Chocolate chip cookies – “Although they never come out the same,” She wryly added – I declined.
Far better to remember them by What nobody else will ever recreate.
I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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When my grandmother offered
Her recipe for Swiss steak,
And my mother for how to bake
Chocolate chip cookies –
“Although they never come out the same,”
She wryly added – I declined.
Far better to remember them by
What nobody else will ever recreate.
[Disposable Poem, July 28, 2011]
Dr. Mike
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