
*Oops, I think I wrote too many lines!
Grandma’s Soup
Grandmas soup was not well known
But it was there no matter what
I’ve tried to make it, now I’m grown
I think I need her special pot
I made it now and then again
Hoping that it tastes as great
And sometimes I am damn near close
It puts me in a nostalgic state
First I put some water on and wait for it to boil
I hate to put in too, too much and have the flavor spoil.
The cabbage head needs to be cut
and chopped but its all used
I need to keep the lid tight shut
So tastes’ll mingle and fuse
Next comes some light seasoning
Mostly pepper and some salt
Then I chop each onion ring
If I forgot it’d be my fault
And now comes that one special twist
The taste it took years to find
Some thick and yummy short cut ribs
The red and beefy kind.
Let it simmer for a while
It can never be too much
I lick my lips and show a smile
It still misses grandma’s touch.
©2025 CBialczak
Marion’s prompt guidelines
As the nights draw in and the chill settles around us, my thoughts turn to the simple warmth of food — food shared with family and friends around a kitchen table, or eaten from a tray beside the fire, curtains drawn against the dismal dark.
For this week’s prompt, let’s write about a food or drink that brings you comfort.
What gives you that touch of happiness when you think of it, smell it, or taste it? Does it recall a certain time, place, or person? Is it your “go-to” after a difficult day — or something that exists only in your imagination?
- Form: Any
- Length: Up to 24 lines
- Include: The word “comfort”

hi, Christine❣️
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Dennis, is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/11/19/w3-prompt-186-weave-written-weekly/
Much love,David
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Thank you! Didn’t realize it was Wednesday
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I didn’t realize it is Thursday!!!! I missed a meeting too! Oh man, I am losing my mind!
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hi, Christine❣️
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Shaun Tenzenmen, is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/11/12/w3-prompt-185-weave-written-weekly/
Much love,
David
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Time is flying by! When I just looked at this I was actually surprised that its Friday already and I haven’t gotten to this! I will still try!
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Christine, this feels like a warm visit to your grandma’s kitchen — comfort, memory, and love in every line.
~David
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I can still smell the smells walking in to her house, always ready to eat!
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Wonderful poem and memory!!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome Christine!
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Love and the right ingredients always make food taste good!
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For sure!
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What is it about that indefinable something that makes a dish so special and almost impossible to replicate? I love this Christine. (Plus, I think the extra four lines are like extra ingredients – sometimes you just need to change the recipe!)
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Its hard to replicate a memory, especially because it has been so long I don’t know what my mind has conjured up as the “Correct” memory
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Grandma’s soup sounds so comforting and delicious!
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It really is and now that I have it in my head I think I will have to see about making a pot of it!
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Sounds great.
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I enjoyed this poem. I kept thinking of my own grandmother and her Corn Soup. I’ve made it a few times since she passed, but it’s never the same.
Lovely piece. Thanks for sharing.
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what is in corn soup?
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Essentially, corn soup consists of condensed milk, creamed corn, chopped onion, and cubed potatoes. There are a few other ingredients, such as pepper and butter. . . It’s tasty.
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My neighbor makes a corn chowder which sounds very similar. It is delicious.
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Such a beautiful and heartwarming poem—a lovely tribute to your grandma’s comforting soup. 🍲
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Christine this is fabulous!!
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Thanks!!
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Well, done! You feel the love
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This is wonderful, Christine.
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Thank you!
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Sounds so yummy Christine. The line –
“I think I need her special pot” made me laugh. Sometimes that “special pot” can elevate the sense of euphoria 😂
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That’s like her pancakes. I can’t figure out how to make them but it probably wouldn’t matter because it had something to do with the bowl and wood spoon she used EVERY time!
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