“I allow myself
the luxury of breakfast
(I am no nun, for Christ’s sake).
Charmed as I am
by the sputter of bacon,
and the eye-opening properties
of eggs,
it’s the coffee
that’s really sacramental.
In the old days,
I spread fires and floods and pestilence
on my toast.
Nowadays, I’m more selective,
I only read my horoscope
by the quiet glow of the marmalade.”
– Dorothea Grossman, “I Allow Myself”
Credits:
- Photographs: foodffs. (I feast on Marmalade…this poem and these photographs.)
- Poem: Thank you Christiansanantonio.
- Bio for Dorothea Grossman. Grossman’s Selected Poems at Amazon.
Live & Learn 
“It’s the coffee that’s really sacramental.” Indeed…..brewing a cup of the sacred beans now… 🙂
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And for me, it’s the marmalade that’s sacramental. 🙂
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WLS – from the smell as it brews to the first sip sliding down my throat..coffee – nectar from the gods. And marmalade is pretty damn good too.
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🙂 Yes. Where’s Beth this morning? Have you read her last post on coffee? http://ididnthavemyglasseson.com/2013/12/21/a-little-something-to-warm-you-on-this-dark-and-stormy-solstice-day/
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I did!! Maybe she’s having her coffee and doing something like reading the paper? Can’t imagine how she could… 😉
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Makes me want to go and buy some, right now!
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I have jars in the pantry. Can’t go without my marmalade. And yes Robert, the pictures are lip smackin’.
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If you put them on Amazon, let me know. I am buying.
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ps: one jar at a time
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Laughing.
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yes, mimi and david, the sacramental coffee line called out to me, i guessed you would not be surprised, and i so understand that. and i also love the slow, warm glow of the marmalade approach to life.
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Hmmmm. Not sure I would describe heated, reheated, microwaved, re-done coffee as “sacramental.” Something, but not sacramental.
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ode to dk and coffee on this fine day-
let us not
be so quick to judge
for what’s one person’s sacrament
is another’s sludge
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That is good. The poem (not the consumption of the sludge). Loved it!
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Making coffee is a morning ritual, though the ritual has become much shorter. I used to grind the beans; now we use pre-ground coffee. I drink it with a little cream. I love the smell, the taste, the feel as it warms my throat and clears my head. Toast with marmalade and coffee is a perfect combo; crunchy, sweet and tart all meddling into one, washed down with fresh, strong coffee. Yum!
P.s., I enjoyed ksbeth’s post.
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I’m not a coffee drinker. But fanatical on the marmalade thing. The images almost made me come through the screen…
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Wonderful, in so many ways. Thank you, David.
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Thanks Ann
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Good Grief. Nuns do have fun. Coffee with that please. Tank ya.
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Smiling.
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“I only read my horoscope
by the quiet glow of the marmalade”
I like that – something about that wants to make me laugh!! 😀
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Now I’m laughing and don’t know why.
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