Poetic Thursday hosted by our pals Teddy and Angel Sammy
Here is today's photo.
When I was a child, (in the stone ages) broccoli was only sold in a box. It was as hard as a rock*
Mama cooked it until it was NOT*.
She cooked it and cooked it 'til it was no longer green
It was so mushy it made me want to scream
I expect I made this very same face.
Oh how happy I was to finally see it freshly displayed
in the produce case. I learned to steam it
to perfection and color to please my eyes and taste.
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