Old school banana pudding/required an old tool/the egg beater’s cogs turned/ with a well crafted whir/the clever handle set to angle/for ease of turning/as my arms ached/stirring the jury rigged double boiler/so pleased with myself/for remembering cream of Tatar/I never exactly/ knew what it was/but just a pinch/ makes the whites froth and set/soft peaks/sugar/spin and whir/my arms strain and reposition/ like my heart/ my sinews remember Aunts and Mum/the egg beater was Aunt Edith’s own/it comforts my eyes and my heart/as I insist on custard from real flour sugar eggs milk/and real merengue/my comfort food will be hard peaks piled high/will cost the effort of movement/will authentically call their names
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