Oh, Morning Joe
Let me tell you
How seducing you are.
Your beguiling, gurgling alarm,
As the last of you drips into the pot,
Is a soothing call to launch another day.
Your robust, aromatic perfume
Lures me to the kitchen
Anticipating your hearty brew.
Your deep, dark petroleum,
Not defiled by milk or sugar,
Fulfills your promise of energy and excitement.
Your steamy, warm liquid
So hot it could burn my tongue
Heats my hands as I cradle you in my mug.
Nothing can surpass My Morning Joe.
It’s been cold and rainy here in Virginia especially for this time of year. So, tomorrow, I plan to make potato soup. I have not made it in a wile and went to the Internet, of course, to look up the ingredients. There were many listed but I chose the one titled ‘Old Fashioned”. There were a few quick and easy, but I always think that soup cooking on the stove for a few hours makes it taste better. I would never buy canned soup because it’s too espensive and not as tasty. Whenever I go to visit my granchildren, I bring a soup. They love them. I always bring 2 quarts, one for them to eat now and one for the freezer. My daughter loves to cook, and likes her family to have home-cooked meals, but she works and sometimes it’s hard. My granddaughters who are now 7 and 5 also love to cook. My grandson is 8. He likes to make cookies, and help in the kitchen.
Here’s a link to the recipe: I used half-and-half rather than cream and milk.
Potato Soup Recipe