"Butter" by Elizabeth Alexander
For many of us, food is an art, and likewise, art can be inspired by food. This poem by Elizabeth Alexander evokes nostalgia, childhood, and a fondness for butter.
My mother loves butter more than I do,
more than anyone. She pulls chunks off
the stick and eats it plain, explaining
cream spun around into butter! Growing up
we ate turkey cutlets sauteed in lemon
and butter, butter and cheese on green noodles,
butter melting in small pools in the hearts
of Yorkshire puddings, butter better
than gravy staining white rice yellow...