Written
for Poetic Bloomings “memoir project.”
“Meat & Potatoes!”
I guess you’d call them patties,
Small rissoles made from veal;
My children yell, “Kotlety!”
And with delight they squeal.
They ask me, “What’s for dinner?
What’s this that smells so good?”
It’s been an all-time winner –
Kotlety – Russian food!
Potatoes, young and steamy,
Clear streams of butter flow,
Green parsley…eyes turn dreamy,
And cheeks begin to glow.
This simple food won’t boast,
Thus my shot glass I raise,
Simplicity I toast,
And wholesomeness I praise.
My dish is no smarty,
Won’t pass a French chef’s test,
Still nothing beats this hearty
Meet and potatoes zest!
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
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