Eating at Granny’s

Eating at Granny’s

Stewed crimson ‘matoes
sputter to the brim
of a
cast iron pot.
Scarlet lava darts shoot
from the country vessel
stinging anyone close by.

Swirling oniony dumplings
boil angrily in the seething
sugary sweet ‘mato juices.

Lots of butter
keep em’ from sticking.

Can’t wait to ladle
a heaping serving

over some pinto beans
next to my slab of cornbread.
Nobody cooks like Granny.

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