A Poem

Here is a poem that a good many of us can appreciate. It is part of an introduction in one of my very old cookbooks: (Miss Minerva's Cook Book)

"Heaven, to you, will be no place of rest --
How it would pull your energetic breast !
How it would chafe your most industrious soul,
Oh gentle addict of the mixing bowl !

There would be no faint flicker of surprise
Should I, at some far time, discover you,
Bustling about the rooms of Paradise,
Your wings pinned back, your golden crown askew,
White robe tucked up around you, apron wise,
Mixing the milk and honey into pies !"

Sarah Henderson Hay

To quote further; "Of course, Hades could offer more cooking facilities than Paradise, so that may be where good cooks would prefer to go. Who knows?" -- Emma Speed Sampson