ORDINARY SUGAR Amanda Gunn Aunt Mary made graham cracker cake without measuring cups, divided one pound light brown sugar with a knife, half for the cake and half for the pearlescent hand-beaten, double-boiled icing. Aunt Earline made yellow cake with frosting of real fudge—234 degrees and all, slow cooled, poured just before the rapid and irrevocable hardening. Ordinary sugar coaxed to its epiphany. An heir to their confectionary sleight of hand, I keep their notes pressed in a book and safe. Sugar is poison to my arthritic knees, but their recipes will rest, nonetheless, pristine, not spoiled with things that just seem sweet. I’ll make savory dishes out of what grows green, what snaps pleasurably, what must, after twice the loss of such women, be plenty. Of Grandma Mattie, sugar alchemist, it is said, if they were all she had to hand, she could make sweet potato pie out of russets. Seduce their pale starches until they tumbled into caramel. What the loving living tell. I remember her gleaming glass eye, her pregnant wordlessness, her spinning through the kitchen hot and fast. Too, the ruthless manic canning, putting by, putting by, against memories too near starvation—the machine in her belly built to last. I do not have preserved in my book how she seasoned her pear chow-chow or trapped the summer gardens her labors made lush. I know only that she fed the earth her eggshells and morning coffee grounds, that she harvested continually and in fullness, the tender skins near breaking, near sugar, always before the chill. Not one bite lost. She’d mastered, in a life, how to grow a winter meal, to till, to weed, to water, to tend, learned how, I hope, to be satisfied. (from Things I Didn’t Do with This Body)
(My thanks to Amanda Gunn, via OnBeing.)
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This poem was also beautifully read and discussed on Poetry Unbound.
https://onbeing.org/?post_type=episode&p=1384538#transcript