when my English 3 AP students were studying
The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck,
I suggested that my father read it.
”Don’t have to. Lived it.”
And so as I assembled a very simple
Sunday evening supper yesterday,
I saw humble ingredients
Cornbread prepared in an aluminum pan
so my father could take home what was left
garnish the soup.
At the grocery store earlier in the day,
I noticed the grocery carts of other shoppers full of all sorts of humble ingredients.
Many of those same carts contained cilantro too.
We were all cooking simply.
My father’s comment when I walked him to
his car, leftover cornbread in tow?