Winter Birds

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Winter has officially been declared.
The kitchen birds are unadorned.
The winter months lack celebratory symbols.
The birds no longer wear the bells of Christmas.
The acorns and leaves of fall.
The tiny Easter eggs of spring .
The flowers of summer.  
Last night’s dinner party menu
arranged with an eye toward using
the last of the holiday largess from the freezer. 
The bag of shrimp.
The tiny filo pastry shells,
defrosted and filled with goat cheese
and dabbed with the last of the lovely pot of fig jam.
The bag of cranberries folded into a pie.
The French bread, sliced and grilled,
topped with a Tuscan bean spread.
Farewell to holiday pleasing appetizer spreads.
Freezer now free to welcome
a backup supply of soups and stews.
Warming, savory snow and ice defying comfort food.
Sit by the fire kind of food.
To everything, there is indeed a season.

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About Mary Jane

I am a retired English teacher. My husband, Frank, and I have lived on Cape Cod since 2000. I am a lifelong bread baker and writer and have been posting a blog on Falmouth Patch for the last few years. Savory Seasons has been largely devoted to recipes and food in general. I am hoping to expand my focus in this new blog.
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One Response to Winter Birds

  1. Diane says:

    The birds may be unadorned, but the menu sounds delicious!

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