A recipe. Without food.
20 responses
Morning Brew
Fresh morning brew,
from me to you:
a spoonful of smiles
stirred into sunrise,
steeped in deep breaths
filling my lungs,
then exhaled
as a kiss—
gentle as a sigh,
touched with fresh mint
at the back of your ear:
have a wonderful day.
:)
silver magpie
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 11:49 PM UTC
One cup of our hands intertwined
one pound of her body against mine
a thousand pinches of her smile
and a hundred hours in her
peaceful quiet
perhaps this recipe makes me
alright for a while
sudden orchard
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 4:47 PM UTC
Slow cook
Practice patience
steady field
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 2:42 PM UTC
this one would be called:
saying things you don’t mean, but meant to say nonetheless;
an overflowing jar that needed the right temperature, yet was handed to heat;
the dough risen, the sourness of its scent laced with anger and the unfairness of it all.
a few tablespoons of words and regrets, slowly rising, rushed in pursuit of perfection,
now lying on the counter burnt, the cream overdone and spoilt.
the batter spilling over the edges.
the recipe, a killjoy.
muted ferry
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 10:59 AM UTC
Recipe for a happy family
2 cups of understanding
1 cup of support
1 tablespoon of patience
A dash of discipline
1 teaspoon of undivided attention
Seasoned with love to your taste
Mix well in a reasonably-sized house
Bake at least an hour of quality time a day if possible or until smiling
Serve with a garnish of laughter and a side of memories
shy marsh
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 8:42 AM UTC
This is directly from my grandmother's handwritten recipe book:
Receipt for Love Cake
1st 2 cups of love
2nd 1 cup of kisses
3rd 1 tsp of necking (mix well together)
Add 1 tbsp of hugs
next 2 Dates
Method
Bake well in young man's arms
until well done
Beat it when the old man comes
result will be astonished
Note: receipt is an old-fashioned word for recipe.
My Grandmother Decello lists this with a date of 1928.
faded orchard
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 7:28 PM UTC
1 cup peace
1 cup love
1 cup support
1 cup happiness
1 cup understanding
1 cup gratitude
1 cup empathy
1 cup help
...
or supposed to be atleast
but rather the recipe is for destruction
hidden under lies
under false faces
and it huts deep and stays routed
1 cup disappointment
1 cup hate
1 cup rejection
1 cup anger
1 cup disgust
1 cup failure
is there one more cup youd like to add
one more thing to add to my recipe
one more pain one more hurt one more lie
isnt it enough?
frail swallow
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 2:50 PM UTC
A smile with a dash of kindness, a cup of sugar and sprinkled with love.
dusky elm
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:29 PM UTC
"A devotion and importance your mother gave you."The argue and tonts you gave to your mother"
golden fox
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:23 PM UTC
Begin with shared time and the quiet habit of noticing. Find a rhythm of small kindnesses - a morning coffee, a hand resting on a shoulder, a look that lingers. Whisk in a high tolerance for imperfection, the lumps of error and the sour notes of bad moods. Keep the mixture light with frequent bursts of shared laughter. Let the whole life simmer over a consistent flame of commitment. Check often the scary creature of truth. Honour the passing harmony that tastes of safety and adventure.
late ivy
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:09 PM UTC
A person. Without a soul.
heavy dune
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 12:37 PM UTC
how to yell and beg. to be weak and meek. a woman, in her own right, strong. foolish, but at least she has never been alone
humble moth
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 6:38 AM UTC
france, nicities, me, blue, fairy, ireland, running, drag, voice
restless barn
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 6:22 AM UTC
love.
its the only recipe we need to keep us going.
sometimes the recipe isn't mixed well
but when it is
it warms you up like a burning star
shining bright among the engulfing darkness
muted birch
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 3:59 AM UTC
a mother tongue is like losing one's identity
i am not my own without it
i still look for it everywhere i go to
for it was a part of me and until this very day
it is innate in me
wide kettle
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 2:59 AM UTC
a handful full of flour, an eye-balled amount of water, a thumb and index of salt, and a grocery store yeast packet.
yet i only remember the eating.
copper thistle
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 2:44 AM UTC
Disaster!
Is there any other?
shy ivy
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:45 AM UTC
Tamil, the most unique of them all,
Old but young, standing tall
Everyone falls in love,
with their mother tongue right above
their head, so close together
but for me, it will never
As I twist and twirl my tongue with might,
I lose it all before I try
Was it cause' I was raised with an English spoon?
Or because I could read and write too soon
in English but never my mother tongue
and I still try but never clung
to it's beauty and still I stood
reading a recipe, without food.
steady dune
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:24 AM UTC
An inheritance of peace 🕊️ love ❤️ and joy.
wandering pine
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 12:50 AM UTC
Gather one memory spoken before you were born.
Fold in the silence your mother kept for weather.
Stir with a gesture you learned by watching hands, not words.
Simmer until it names you.
Serve warm to the person you’re becoming.
patient barn
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 12:11 AM UTC
Morning Brew
Fresh morning brew,
from me to you:
a spoonful of smiles
stirred into sunrise,
steeped in deep breaths
filling my lungs,
then exhaled
as a kiss—
gentle as a sigh,
touched with fresh mint
at the back of your ear:
have a wonderful day.
:)
silver magpie
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 11:49 PM UTC
Slow cook
Practice patience
steady field
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 2:42 PM UTC
Recipe for a happy family
2 cups of understanding
1 cup of support
1 tablespoon of patience
A dash of discipline
1 teaspoon of undivided attention
Seasoned with love to your taste
Mix well in a reasonably-sized house
Bake at least an hour of quality time a day if possible or until smiling
Serve with a garnish of laughter and a side of memories
shy marsh
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 8:42 AM UTC
1 cup peace
1 cup love
1 cup support
1 cup happiness
1 cup understanding
1 cup gratitude
1 cup empathy
1 cup help
...
or supposed to be atleast
but rather the recipe is for destruction
hidden under lies
under false faces
and it huts deep and stays routed
1 cup disappointment
1 cup hate
1 cup rejection
1 cup anger
1 cup disgust
1 cup failure
is there one more cup youd like to add
one more thing to add to my recipe
one more pain one more hurt one more lie
isnt it enough?
frail swallow
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 2:50 PM UTC
"A devotion and importance your mother gave you."The argue and tonts you gave to your mother"
golden fox
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:23 PM UTC
A person. Without a soul.
heavy dune
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 12:37 PM UTC
france, nicities, me, blue, fairy, ireland, running, drag, voice
restless barn
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 6:22 AM UTC
a mother tongue is like losing one's identity
i am not my own without it
i still look for it everywhere i go to
for it was a part of me and until this very day
it is innate in me
wide kettle
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 2:59 AM UTC
Disaster!
Is there any other?
shy ivy
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:45 AM UTC
An inheritance of peace 🕊️ love ❤️ and joy.
wandering pine
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 12:50 AM UTC
One cup of our hands intertwined
one pound of her body against mine
a thousand pinches of her smile
and a hundred hours in her
peaceful quiet
perhaps this recipe makes me
alright for a while
sudden orchard
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 4:47 PM UTC
this one would be called:
saying things you don’t mean, but meant to say nonetheless;
an overflowing jar that needed the right temperature, yet was handed to heat;
the dough risen, the sourness of its scent laced with anger and the unfairness of it all.
a few tablespoons of words and regrets, slowly rising, rushed in pursuit of perfection,
now lying on the counter burnt, the cream overdone and spoilt.
the batter spilling over the edges.
the recipe, a killjoy.
muted ferry
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 10:59 AM UTC
This is directly from my grandmother's handwritten recipe book:
Receipt for Love Cake
1st 2 cups of love
2nd 1 cup of kisses
3rd 1 tsp of necking (mix well together)
Add 1 tbsp of hugs
next 2 Dates
Method
Bake well in young man's arms
until well done
Beat it when the old man comes
result will be astonished
Note: receipt is an old-fashioned word for recipe.
My Grandmother Decello lists this with a date of 1928.
faded orchard
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 7:28 PM UTC
A smile with a dash of kindness, a cup of sugar and sprinkled with love.
dusky elm
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:29 PM UTC
Begin with shared time and the quiet habit of noticing. Find a rhythm of small kindnesses - a morning coffee, a hand resting on a shoulder, a look that lingers. Whisk in a high tolerance for imperfection, the lumps of error and the sour notes of bad moods. Keep the mixture light with frequent bursts of shared laughter. Let the whole life simmer over a consistent flame of commitment. Check often the scary creature of truth. Honour the passing harmony that tastes of safety and adventure.
late ivy
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:09 PM UTC
how to yell and beg. to be weak and meek. a woman, in her own right, strong. foolish, but at least she has never been alone
humble moth
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 6:38 AM UTC
love.
its the only recipe we need to keep us going.
sometimes the recipe isn't mixed well
but when it is
it warms you up like a burning star
shining bright among the engulfing darkness
muted birch
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 3:59 AM UTC
a handful full of flour, an eye-balled amount of water, a thumb and index of salt, and a grocery store yeast packet.
yet i only remember the eating.
copper thistle
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 2:44 AM UTC
Tamil, the most unique of them all,
Old but young, standing tall
Everyone falls in love,
with their mother tongue right above
their head, so close together
but for me, it will never
As I twist and twirl my tongue with might,
I lose it all before I try
Was it cause' I was raised with an English spoon?
Or because I could read and write too soon
in English but never my mother tongue
and I still try but never clung
to it's beauty and still I stood
reading a recipe, without food.
steady dune
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:24 AM UTC
Gather one memory spoken before you were born.
Fold in the silence your mother kept for weather.
Stir with a gesture you learned by watching hands, not words.
Simmer until it names you.
Serve warm to the person you’re becoming.
patient barn
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 12:11 AM UTC
Morning Brew
Fresh morning brew,
from me to you:
a spoonful of smiles
stirred into sunrise,
steeped in deep breaths
filling my lungs,
then exhaled
as a kiss—
gentle as a sigh,
touched with fresh mint
at the back of your ear:
have a wonderful day.
:)
silver magpie
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 11:49 PM UTC
this one would be called:
saying things you don’t mean, but meant to say nonetheless;
an overflowing jar that needed the right temperature, yet was handed to heat;
the dough risen, the sourness of its scent laced with anger and the unfairness of it all.
a few tablespoons of words and regrets, slowly rising, rushed in pursuit of perfection,
now lying on the counter burnt, the cream overdone and spoilt.
the batter spilling over the edges.
the recipe, a killjoy.
muted ferry
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 10:59 AM UTC
1 cup peace
1 cup love
1 cup support
1 cup happiness
1 cup understanding
1 cup gratitude
1 cup empathy
1 cup help
...
or supposed to be atleast
but rather the recipe is for destruction
hidden under lies
under false faces
and it huts deep and stays routed
1 cup disappointment
1 cup hate
1 cup rejection
1 cup anger
1 cup disgust
1 cup failure
is there one more cup youd like to add
one more thing to add to my recipe
one more pain one more hurt one more lie
isnt it enough?
frail swallow
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 2:50 PM UTC
Begin with shared time and the quiet habit of noticing. Find a rhythm of small kindnesses - a morning coffee, a hand resting on a shoulder, a look that lingers. Whisk in a high tolerance for imperfection, the lumps of error and the sour notes of bad moods. Keep the mixture light with frequent bursts of shared laughter. Let the whole life simmer over a consistent flame of commitment. Check often the scary creature of truth. Honour the passing harmony that tastes of safety and adventure.
late ivy
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:09 PM UTC
france, nicities, me, blue, fairy, ireland, running, drag, voice
restless barn
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 6:22 AM UTC
a handful full of flour, an eye-balled amount of water, a thumb and index of salt, and a grocery store yeast packet.
yet i only remember the eating.
copper thistle
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 2:44 AM UTC
An inheritance of peace 🕊️ love ❤️ and joy.
wandering pine
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 12:50 AM UTC
One cup of our hands intertwined
one pound of her body against mine
a thousand pinches of her smile
and a hundred hours in her
peaceful quiet
perhaps this recipe makes me
alright for a while
sudden orchard
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 4:47 PM UTC
Recipe for a happy family
2 cups of understanding
1 cup of support
1 tablespoon of patience
A dash of discipline
1 teaspoon of undivided attention
Seasoned with love to your taste
Mix well in a reasonably-sized house
Bake at least an hour of quality time a day if possible or until smiling
Serve with a garnish of laughter and a side of memories
shy marsh
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 8:42 AM UTC
A smile with a dash of kindness, a cup of sugar and sprinkled with love.
dusky elm
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:29 PM UTC
A person. Without a soul.
heavy dune
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 12:37 PM UTC
love.
its the only recipe we need to keep us going.
sometimes the recipe isn't mixed well
but when it is
it warms you up like a burning star
shining bright among the engulfing darkness
muted birch
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 3:59 AM UTC
Disaster!
Is there any other?
shy ivy
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:45 AM UTC
Gather one memory spoken before you were born.
Fold in the silence your mother kept for weather.
Stir with a gesture you learned by watching hands, not words.
Simmer until it names you.
Serve warm to the person you’re becoming.
patient barn
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 12:11 AM UTC
Slow cook
Practice patience
steady field
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 2:42 PM UTC
This is directly from my grandmother's handwritten recipe book:
Receipt for Love Cake
1st 2 cups of love
2nd 1 cup of kisses
3rd 1 tsp of necking (mix well together)
Add 1 tbsp of hugs
next 2 Dates
Method
Bake well in young man's arms
until well done
Beat it when the old man comes
result will be astonished
Note: receipt is an old-fashioned word for recipe.
My Grandmother Decello lists this with a date of 1928.
faded orchard
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 7:28 PM UTC
"A devotion and importance your mother gave you."The argue and tonts you gave to your mother"
golden fox
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:23 PM UTC
how to yell and beg. to be weak and meek. a woman, in her own right, strong. foolish, but at least she has never been alone
humble moth
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 6:38 AM UTC
a mother tongue is like losing one's identity
i am not my own without it
i still look for it everywhere i go to
for it was a part of me and until this very day
it is innate in me
wide kettle
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 2:59 AM UTC
Tamil, the most unique of them all,
Old but young, standing tall
Everyone falls in love,
with their mother tongue right above
their head, so close together
but for me, it will never
As I twist and twirl my tongue with might,
I lose it all before I try
Was it cause' I was raised with an English spoon?
Or because I could read and write too soon
in English but never my mother tongue
and I still try but never clung
to it's beauty and still I stood
reading a recipe, without food.
steady dune
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:24 AM UTC