Recipes of Old

The chicken soup’s a’boil,
Fluffy matzoh balls on tap.
We’ll use lots of eggs and oil
By the time we call a wrap.

All the pots and pans are waiting,
And the cookie sheets as well,
For the food we are creating
Which tradition does compel.

As we roast and bake and simmer
For this Friday’s festive meal,
I feel more than just a glimmer
Of this holiday’s appeal.

There’ll be dishes on the table
Made from recipes of old
And each taste will thus enable
Reminiscence to take hold.