The Recipe on the Box

Each year I make the matzoh balls,

Which come out pretty good.

My husband cooks the chicken soup;

Our roles are understood.

 

He always wings it when he cooks,

Just uses what’s on hand

And never needs a recipe,

Which I can’t understand.

 

I follow the directions

When I cook or when I bake

And measure the ingredients

So there is no mistake.

 

My time-worn recipes are stashed

In cookbooks or in files;

The drips and spatters dotting them

Evoke nostalgic smiles.

 

Yet always for the matzoh balls

What has the most appeal

Is the recipe that’s on the box

Of any matzoh meal.

 

That’s up until this year – there was

No recipe at all!

I Googled and saw dozens,

But not one my matzoh ball.

 

Until I saw a posting

From a woman who, like me,

Asked if anyone could help her

Find that box-back recipe.

 

Voila! Someone responded

With a picture of the box.

It’s amazing what technology,

From time to time, unlocks.

 

I made the matzoh balls

And hope they’re good as they appear,

But I copied down the recipe

So I’ll be set next year.