The buckwheat pancakes were swathed in
orange basil jelly - or was it lemon-thyme -
hey, it doesn’t matter, they’re undisputedly
up there with the best of Mama’s products
of an age where we commonly ate exotica
until some bloody sod invented vegemite -
to say she went on strike wasn’t true - but
after crunchy peanut butter it kinda was
Yet today there’s rebirth of those practical
jam-making & chutney-to-die-for skills, so
I look forward to late spring’s cornucopias
stored sensibly in recycled vegemite jars,
served from the fridge on hot, fresh made
buckwheat pancakes we mix ourselves
© 26 November 2014, I. D. Carswell
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