The Complaint
Repeat: After . me . Oh no! Not
again? Twice in two weeks? I
really must speak to the cook. She
will not take it well, unfortunately.
However, it must be done for we
simply cannot have it that dinner's
soup was too peppery. To be fair
we do like our soup well peppered
but a soupcon of pepper will surely
do! Of course the cook herself
enjoyed the soup, appreciated the
heat building up in her mouth.
Her husband did not. He who must
be pleased, after all. The cook has
been known to recommend her critic
make an effort to display his talents
in the kitchen; she would laud and
appreciate his culinary skills. She is
not after all a capricious cook merely
casual in her preparations for
truth is all those years of cooking
and baking inscribed in her mind
the qualities and proportions of
various elements to produce a
pleasing taste and mostly she does
manage to succeed quite admirably.
Hold the pepper, she will quietly
admonish their wayward cook.
He grins shamelessly. She curtsies.
Friday, April 19, 2019
Labels:
Poetry
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