Making food always made him feel both happy and sad.
Every morsel that left his kitchen was a love note to those who ordered it.
A loving response was an empty plate that came back, ready to be cleaned for a new missive.
Leaving food on the plate meant rejection and left him wondering what went wrong.
Putting down the platter in front of her
Lisa pondered what was going to happen to her next
All that Googling and research, but in the end, it always came down to a coin flip
Tails and she would die from the poison there in front of her, okay, maybe that was a bit strong, but…
Everyone watched as she ate. She smiled. It seemed to be gluten-free. Heads it is!
Looking at her plate, she wondered how she had gotten here
Under the fluorescent yellow liquid cheese, a treasure trove of textures and flavors existed
Now her stomach rumbled in anticipation of the excavation ahead
Crunching a loaded tortilla chip, her tastebuds danced to the symphony of tastes
Hefting her beer and taking a swig, she smiled loving her little bit of heaven
Creamy mac and cheese gooeyness winked at her from the plate
Ordering it had been a close thing.
More often than not she would have just gotten the salad
Fork discarded, she hefted her spoon
Outside world faded away as she hefted the golden goodness into her mouth
Relishing as her tastebuds fully validated her decision
That’s when she felt the warm and fuzzies from her head to her toes.
It covers everything with a quarter-inch plate
Can’t walk on it safely to get to my car
Everyone is staying put today
Cutting out yet another bunny body from a paper plate
Ruth smiled to herself as her plan was coming together so nicely
All she needed to do was first attach the head and legs
Finishing it with a bit of color, cotton balls, and a bit of perfume
To think Stevie would unsuspectingly bring it home to his dad
Yet his dad would be horrified to realize that now Ruth knew he was married