Remembering baking,
I'm back with my Polish matka
baking goł a, bki
(go-womb-ki = pidgeons)
multi-meat & rice burgers
wrapt in boiled cabbage-leaves,
arranged in rows in a turkey-baker
in our gas oven.
(10 JUN 09, Santa Clara CA, v10)
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