Intro to Poetry, Day Seven: Flavor
I remember reading the quote
“Sharing food with another human being
is an intimate act that should not be
indulged in lightly.___ M.F.K Fisher
Here is my dinner party fiasco, it happened two weeks ago.
The first thing went wrong was,
I couldn’t find the
cut of beef I wanted.
The butcher announced
there was a shortage,
how can it be it’s always
available? I said.
I decided to cook
meatballs,
it’s okay I told my daughter,
she insisted I make it spicier.
Not just the beef
but the chicken too,
don’t be afraid to add
a lot of, cayenne.
“Too much cayenne,
will make it too hot,”
I declared.
“Don’t worry Mom
they can handle it,”
She said.
I began my cooking
generously adding,
the red powder,
the vegetables met
the same fate.
I kid you not I poured
on, the cayenne, never did
I, think of the consequences.
The food was ready,
we waited
for,the guests, who came
smiling , with boxes of chocolates,
for us.
The table was set,
The food arranged,
it looked presentable
but was it, eatable is a question,
I did not ask myself?
Soon it became clear
something, was wrong
instead of eating
they were,
drinking water.
I knew then my,
cooking failed.
The guests went
hungry.
They smiled as they
were leaving
announced, the food was
delicious,
they were too full and
couldn’t, eat any more!
…………………………………….. 🙂
Sabethville 