Way before I was nine, my mom had me in the kitchen.
I was her prep cook and cut all the vegetables.
Slicing was one thing but I'd cringe whenever she
asked for carrots to be diced or julienned.
Needless to say, I developed a healthy respect for that
big and heavy, scary kitchen knife.
Would you believe I never once cut myself.
Since I did it every day, I got quite good at it.
A pile of onion slivers gets done chop, chop.
A winter squash and its hard skin is no match when
I'm determinedly wielding my cleaver.
There's beauty in a burdock root when sliced,
especially on the diagonal.
And beauty is easy to find in vegetables like rainbow chard.
I never read the book but I'm certain mine was
the original tiger mother.
I'm awfully lucky she was.
Happy mother's day.