fried corn medley

creamy treasure gooey potion
massive helpings wide and deep
butter salty cobless pleasure
kernels stuck in big front teeth
pot of green beans creamed potatoes
hands awashed with ivory soap
cornbread’s crispy taste buds wait for
big old slice of cantaloupe

I remember the year 1988 when after a cholesterol test; my wife began to feed me bran muffins to keep me around for a while. As a southerner, it went against my grain; pardon the pun, to eat something that was that dry with the consistency of sawdust. Eating is one of the purest joys of living. My own conjecture from a health perspective is that worrying about what you eat is almost as bad as what you do eat.

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