Fried With Care
June
first
second
poem-a-day—
like morning goetta
fried with care and shared with others
(Goetta is a Greater Cincinnati breakfast specialty)
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June
first
second
poem-a-day—
like morning goetta
fried with care and shared with others
(Goetta is a Greater Cincinnati breakfast specialty)
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Mmmm one of those sound so delicious atm haha
Must get me some of that goetta.
Fibs are delightful.
You really do have to fry it with care, unless you don’t mind goetta hash 😉
Yum!! Love goetta!
You’ve stoked my curiosity for this Cincy breakfast specialty.
Nancy, Love that you wrote a poem about goetta. My Mom fried it so often when I was growing up, and for some reason, I never tasted it because it smelled bad to me then. But it’s part of my German heritage to eat and love it every so often now. I also didn’t like German potato salad growing up. Now, it’s so delicious to me.
Much like you serve your poems up to us – delicious and crafted with care!
Great simile.
A Cincinnati delicacy I miss here, unless my colleague Bruce makes it. And your poem tastes delightful!