Sarah Browning

For the Editor Who Called Grandmother Poems Sentimental

I never saw my English grandmother cook 
a single thing. She was raised by Victorians,
vegetarian. Dinner was store-brand
canned vegetable soup and cottage cheese.
Lunch, canned peaches, and cottage cheese.
Breakfast, cold cereal, or maybe cottage cheese.

So, a surprise! The Sunset Magazine Vegetarian
Cookbook
she gave me to begin my adult life
was actually good! Not 80s good – tofu stir-fry
and lentil soup – but good as in I still make
the French white bean salad with mustard,
tarragon, and a touch of honey.

Nana gave strict orders on tea: A rolling boil and
steeping until the tea had authority. But then she
drank it with an A&P graham cracker. Nothing
hand-baked, home-stirred, whipped, or kneaded.
She needed very little; she ate almost nothing.
She tried, she failed, to teach us this, the art of restraint.