Meal Plan
He loves her Rasta Pasta
She loves his chicken cutlets
She serves him brown cheese for the first
time
time
and he introduces her to Manhattan coffee
soda
soda
He puts away three helpings in a single
sitting
sitting
She forgets Girl Scout cookies she
stockpiled in the basement
stockpiled in the basement
She chooses his deli sharp provolone, her
grill-worthy dill havarti
grill-worthy dill havarti
He chooses his aged manchego, her
red rind brie
red rind brie
She picks up ingredients they didn’t need
by accident: They never have enough
time and room to taste all of it–
alpha and omega together. His traditions won’t let him
let her foot the bill. She’s usually in charge
of meal plans and household provisions.
of meal plans and household provisions.
When there’s too many leftovers,
they call that Grab Bag Blitz
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What the hell is Manhattan coffee soda and why don’t I have it right now?
Great poeting as always, Tabitha. Little moments, common touches, given grandeur.
Sean!
The lovely soda’s official name is Manhattan Special- definitely worth investigating by contacting them.
Thank you for stopping by and enjoying what I cooked up!
Be blessed. Cheers!
Loving the homey feels in this one Tabitha
Thank you!
We’re so lucky to share so many meals and foodie-moments together.
Glad you enjoy this glimpse!
Starting with the poem with the he/she dichotomy and ending with the couple entwined as ‘they’ is a strong testament to food’s power at bringing people together! Very nice work!
Oooo. Yes, thank you!
It simply flowed naturally.
So grateful for your lovely observation and feedback, pun intended.
Be blessed! Cheers.
Love this! The pull of the cheeses, the give and take of the couple around food!
Thank you!
It’s a flavorful relationship and I’m quite happy about it.
I wrote an earlier poem that I am not sure I’ve posted here yet, and his response became the first two lines!
Love you. Be blessed!
I love the sense of home, of food, and good humor in this poem.
Thank you, Shaun.
“Home. Food. Good humor.”
We all would be fortunate to experience more helpings of all these!
Be blessed. Cheers!
this could be a movie:
humorous scenes & settings
of a culinary romance,
also a definite yes
to red rind Brie
Ah, what a fine compliment!
It is a series of tasty moments, for sure.
Making me hungry!
Jerielle,
you’re always welcome to have dinner if whatever we’re able to serve up!
Love,
Us and the Universe!
I meant “some of whatever”
Didn’t even check!
A beautiful give and take in the kitchen. Food is healing. Thank you for sharing an uplifting glimpse into possibility. Love “Girl Scout cookies stockpiled in the basement”