Poem-A-Day - April 21

Today's prompt: Write about "according to..."

My Mother never did things

according to the recipe.

She freely substituted whatever

she had on hand.

A child of the depression,

putting a whole cup of butter

in any recipe

ran against her grain.

A daughter has to rebel somehow.

Accordingly, I myself like extravagance.

I'm more likely to double

the amount of butter in the recipe

buy the best cut of meat,

use real cream in my fair trade coffee.

I wonder what my daughter will do?