What's with the name?

So, I have been meaning to start a food blog for over a year now and have finally gathered the courage to do it! I named this blog after a poem I wrote about my husband and I several years ago not too long after we had begun dating. I think it is an appropriate introduction for this blog that will be full of my cooking and writing!

Like Sour Apples with Spicy Apricot Soup

We are such a strangeness

You and I, fitting together to make a piece of art

The kind that makes them stop and stare

Not saying “how perfect,” “how beautiful”

No, they say, “look at the ducks, swimming behind”

“See the one with the twisted bill”

And we peak our eyes out of the frame

And giggle a bit, and hold hands fast

So as not to get stuck

We are as much a part of the wall as the picture

Blending into the background with dull grays and pinks

And shining in bright greens of life and newness.

We will make the world see a new kind of love

The kind that doesn’t have to be perfect, but has to be unique

We fit together like a sieve

Like sand in the mountain snows

And like tulips on the table in the fall.

You make me think of Danish pies

And yellow suburban houses

And fine grains of pepper that make the elderly sneeze in their wheelchairs

And we will visit them, and bring them roses, every one

And we will stand together on the shore and you will whistle to the gulls

And I will lay out the checkered blanket for us to jump on and make our blue footprints

And then we will hang it on the wall and show our grandchildren in years to come

You make me think of green plaid

And yellow cottages in the woods

You are nothing like me

With shining eyes, and thin face, and a gray sports coat with your jeans

And me the quiet one, with round cheeks, and studies, and too many thoughts and nothing to show for it

But together we are a picture, that’s for sure

And our minds are just alike

We sit and talk for hours

About nothing in particular, but everything at once

And soybeans, and turtles, and Iowa

And where we want to go, and the life we could have…together

We are everything that isn’t perfect

And we like it that way

And there are no expectations…nothing to make this last…and everything to make it fail

But we believe anyways

And dream of Forever.

That’s why we make a picture on the wall

Abstract with no ducks

And it makes them say

“look at their feathers…look at that one’s bill that is all twisted out of shape….look at the ducks! They’re all swimming backwards!”

But we swim for a purpose

Backwards in the water

To make art

Art that makes us think of sour apples and spicy apricot soup

But no ducks