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Ro, read that to me...

"Read me the recipe!" -
go slow on those onions,
ten to fifteen minutes -
get us all tipsy
just from breathing in the kitchen,

and after that Dutch oven
is steaming nice and thick -
you'll want to stir in
those carrots, and peas, and the chicken...

salt, and ground pepper, and parsley-
one third
of what would've been asked
for a dry cup of herb;

I'm tilting on the stool,
with the Heineken
he's left in the ice,
chilly-handed -
tall as ever...
the little kid
in my heart
can finally see
over the granite

but Dad
can't, and
I'm more fun
than a pair of cheaters.
He cooks up heaven, and we
make good, solid
dinnertime peace.
Written by rowantree
Published
Author's Note
4-14-20
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