Nov. 2, All Souls Day
On the second day of Día de Muertos
I read that there really is a cookbook for the dead,
written, appropriately, by a Guadalajaran woman,
and immediately I want to buy it for you,
which is nuts, because you’ve been gone over
a year now, you who had the best cookbook
collection of anyone I know, a four-shelf
bookcase in the dining room, just around the corner
from the kitchen, where you could easily step
to retrieve a favorite. I, your cooking-impaired
BFF, now wish I had one of the books off
that shelf, remembering that one of your last
life lessons for me, as you lay within weeks
of the end, was dragging yourself up from
the sofa as we watched a cooking show,
you incredulous that I didn’t know what
it means to zest. Around the wall from
the bookcase, you retrieved three zesters
and a lemon grown on a tree in a pot
on your deck, and showed me how,
you leaning on the counter, me hovering.
How I’d love to transform that bookcase
into an ofrenda, an altar wearing marigolds
and a candle, offering hot cocoa dulce,
frijoles de olla—simple beans in a pot—
and a decorated sugar skull not
for eating—you’d chip a tooth—
and certainly something into which I’d
zested a lemon, trying to guess what
foods might lure your soul back.
So poignant…sweet. Thanks for sharing this lovely memory.
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This touches the soul…
This is wonderful and so touching. Your BFF would have loved it.
This one really touched me Jan. ❤️Linda K
This is a lovely ofrenda, Jan.