This is a rare poem topic, in that it was suggested by my wife,
who rarely shows any interest at all.....in my poetry pursuits.
But I guess that’s fair, given that I’ve little interest in HER life.
Oops! I’d better watch what I say; she may feed me walnut shells.... and oak roots!
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A scrumptious poem that goes well with yor profile pic. I also love tasty foods. One of them is Indian Beet 'n' meat stew. And hav u tried samosa? Hey and nice to know other peoples who use olive oil. That is a very Islamicaly recomended oil very much encouraged by Islamic-nutritionists for its fat free quality and many other benefits.
There is ' method in your madness' Bri..... I mean there is consistency in what you say....(your favourite dishes and what your wife cooks for you) From your poems what I gather most is about your eating habits.... you never waste food... your wife shows no haste in cooking... If she puts her heart and soul into her culinery art, she is an expert cook... kitchen and its premises are your favourite haunt.... you'll be ready at the dining table waiting for your next meal... ravenous! Enjoyed! !
Homage to your dear wife and her caring culinary creativity has opened a window on your appetite and its lovingly prepared healthy eats, even though you are obviously denied, but still hanker after long lost and lamented sweets.