Saturday, December 5, 2015

A Better Cook Than Me

My husband cooks on the weekends,
sometimes during the week.
He's a better cook than I am.
He doesn't worry about calories.

He uses salt and butter,
just like Paula Deen,
and even though that is my name,
I can't bring myself to do the same.

I like food the way it is.
It needs no extra flavoring.
Simple, fresh, and raw,
on this I am unwavering.

So when my children ask,
and I tell them what I'm going to cook,
their faces change from inquisitive.
They give me that disgusted look.

But when they see their dad
sharpening knives at the table,
they know that he's about to cook
(and meat and cheese are his staple).

But seriously,
I CAN follow a recipe.
Yet he can improvise, and make a delicious surprise.
He is a better cook than I.

by:  Paula D. Nevison 

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