31 August 2012
Unbuttoning my skirt to make way for more food; Today I sin; I'm eating a bit more than I should. Though its starting to take me great effort to chew; I clear out the table; it's time for round two!
20 or so dishes, each bigger than the last, Piled up in front of me, colossally vast. There's platefuls of 'taters, some home-made fried chicken, Lasagna and lobster— I feel my heart quicken.
There's rib eyes and noodles, a bud-melting sight. A steaming bowl of lamb stew, gleaming in the light. There's pork chops and French-fries, a sour-sweet salad, Chowder and egg whites, a glorious food ballad.
Soon I'm stuffing my mouth with as much as fill fit, Completely ungracefully (and snorting a bit). And before very long, with a triumphant war shout, I'm putting the last piece f pork in my mouth!
I take my pink smoothie and give it a slurp, Expressing my thanks in a satisfied burp. Struggling furiously to re-button my skirt, I wonder aloud...
"Hey, Gran, how's dessert?"
Gran's Cooking • Opuss № I