…..what would ‘IF’ be like?
I have a passion for writing poetry, albeit it completely overshadowed by my love for cooking.
The words fill me with hope, with courage, with zest and zeal. Portions like this comfort me and strengthen me and I think and wonder…..If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
…what he would have written had he been one of us?
Since I knew I would be getting no answers, I decided to give it a go myself…..!
But first I’d like to say a big thank you to mademoiselle délicieuse of spoons, forks & chopsticks;
and Nora, the Kitchen Splorer for giving me an award and Sarah too of Maison Cupcake, for kinda giving me one :-)!
I’d love to pass them on……but I have to answer some Q’s which require a bit of thinking 🙂 so they’ll be the subject of a future post. Thanks!!!!!
And now on to our star piece for the day:
When others are frowning and spitting stuff out…be it samphire or oysters;
If you can trust your cooking when some recipes fail you
But make allowance for succeeding too, If you can wait to try that steak recipe again and again And not be put off by your first error and failures to come,
Even when it just makes it second time around; But have hope knowing the time will come. If you can dream of winning brussel sprout recipes and not make chocolate your master,
If you can think of making puff pastry and not only think but make,
If you can meet with the Triumph of perfectly soft-boiled eggs and the disaster of a gluten-free cake,
And treat those two as opportunities just the same,
If you can bear to hear your husband say he doesn’t like your choc cake and still serve him tasty meals
Forging on and not losing sight or giving up. Or watch that beautiful birthday cake crack right across the centre just like an earthquake, … right before you frost it, And still gather it together and frost it just the same. If you can make a supreme mess and render your kitchen useless All to make one beer cocktail of apples and vanilla And promptly bin it, for its lack of worth and taste But still forge on and try yet another, ignoring the state of your kitchen And when that’s done, still clean up, Knowing that the tolling bells herald midnight; And keep the faith when absolutely nothing works…. But hold on to the fact the fact that each man holds a gift with food…..or not (and that my friend is true) If you can take criticism and continue cooking; Have friends who don’t worship food and not judge their cooking,
But enjoy their pleasant offerings, as and when, and learn too from them
If you can fill 1 minute with a no-cook, fuss-free dessert,
Then this voyage of discovery and all the mysteries along the way will be conquered And – what is more, my friend – you’ll be a cook, man, woman, son or daughter!!!!!!!!!
So what would you add? or change?…..assuming you love Rud like I do.
On a great note, my foot is back to good health, save for a clicking ankle, which is a bit noisy in my quiet corridors at work. I managed to take a lunchtime walk but….think I should go easy.
Though I didn’t have any beans this week, I did make some totally veggie fennel soup, with gnocchi nero. You’ll see that soon.
Take care X X X.
[wpurp-searchable-recipe]’If’ Rudyard Kipling were a foodie…. – – – [/wpurp-searchable-recipe]