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Things That Flow From One to Another

Paula Ebert headshotThings that flow from one thing to another.

What I mean is … a relative had white grapes and had left over white grape juice. My husband asked if I wanted to make jelly. Sure. So, I came home from work early, and thriftily turned her left-over grape juice into jelly. Of course, I had to buy pectin. Which sort of makes it less thrifty. But at least it wasn’t the way it was earlier, when I had to purchase jars also. My first year in graduate school, I was enrolled in a poetry writing course. Trust me, I’m no poet, but I wrote a poem about the free tomatoes my husband brought home.

The Tyranny of the Tomato 

"Do you want some tomatoes?" 
The Man asks me.  

"Sure," I foolishly reply. 

That evening, he returns 
Armed with four grocery bags full; 
I know he thinks he’s being kind. 

Tomatoes are free from a friend. 

They won't last. 

To town I go for all I need for salsa –Jalapenos, onions, habanero peppers, green chilies. $20.  

But the tomatoes are free. 

A day spent –Washing, cutting, cooking tomatoes; 
Roasting, peeling, seeding peppers; 
Boiling canning water. 
Electricity, water, jars, lids, bands – 
Not studying.  

But the tomatoes are free. 


I’m not sure I can say more than this …