middle cooking day

more of one thing, less of another,
if you taste and it needs
definitely more salt and pepper,
drain the broth and make a stock,
let the marinade keep seeping on in
even the lime juice smells good in this way,
cutting everything up with the sharpest knife i have,
olives, grapes, pickles, and corn simmer,
on a bed of green bean, asparagus, and bacon,
keeping the potato and onion slightly
into but still above the gravy and reduction sauce,
nice little citrus touches in the berries on the side,
going to prepare to get aware,
dare to make it with love so that
al the bites will show where i made it,
you’re the only taste i hope to please
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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