Thoroughly Poetic Thursday#106

 Today is Poetic Thursday hosted by our pals Teddy and Angel Sammy 

at Two Spoiled Cats

Here is today's inspiration

 Don't Stir the Pot

Ode To *Annie Ma

aka my *maternal Grandmother.

Becky the first Grandchild could not say Gr, thus Grandma was Annie Ma 

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She raise seven children

Lots of mouths to feed she was an excellent cook.

But no time to teach, they could just look.

I'm told back then she ran her kitchen like a first Sargent.

As the grandchildren arrived, she had more time.

My cousin, Carol  and I stayed with her after school

Annie Ma's  kitchen, her rules.

Her most requested meal was

homemade chicken pastry aka dumplings.

It was a work of art

Making the dough and rolling it

She cut it in to long pieces.

She would hang the pieces over her arm as she walked to the stove.

Each piece carefully placed into simmering pot of chicken stock.

Once they were all in, they cooked slowly.

NO STIRRING she said.  

She turned down the heat to the pot. 

She needed to leave the kitchen.

She instructed us to watch the pot 

BUT
DO NOT STIR it will break the dough.

Carol was older and 'knew it all'... she decided she was going to STIR

 Every  single piece of dough was broken in bits and pieces.

My Mind's Eye remembers the look on Annie Ma's face. It was just like the lady in the today's photo. 

 I TOLD YOU NOT TO STIR 

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Side note:

There was always a rolling pin near by.  I don't recall that she 

shook it at Carol but she probably wanted to bop her on the head.

Below is Annie Ma and Papa (her husband)

Probably taken in the 1930's. 

Papa passed away in the early 1940's.