The Meadow Annual Literary Arts Journal 2018

roast ugly and lumpy b-grade tomatoes. A dd vegetable stock and blend into creamy soups I stick in my freezer for some future snowbound evening. I stockpile ten pound bags of King Arthur flour, hide my secret stash of toilet paper. Buy twenty pounds of chef potatoes, two cords of wood still unstacked, oil for the grumpy furnace. We roast pumpkins and pumpkin seeds, can more tomatoes. And when the New England coffee in our favorite blend finally goes on sale, I wonder how much room I still have in my basement freezer. 190 The Meadow