Double-stuffed (response to prompt about food poem)

The gravy that leaves a dribble and the roast that takes too long

The fish that smells just about right and the right dinner song

The scallops that slide away and the clams that won’t crack

The buttery lump-free mash that empties my potato sack

The rasmalai that is too sweet and the icecream too cold

The pasta just al dente but the cheese that’s getting some mold

 

Meals that belong everywhere

Meals at which I laughed.

Filling my life like an Oreo cookie

Best when double-stuffed.