“Twenty-five Ways With a Chicken”
Sounds great if you’re blessed like Rick Stein.
I am not. I confess I’m no cooker.
At ours there’s no chance to Fine Dine.
I envy all those who roll over
With pleasure at cookbook perusal.
In our house my offerings are met with
Four faults for a ‘neighing’ refusal.
I’ve friends m and f who love pulses,
Smart starters and sauces and beans,
Fajitas and herbs, spicy curries.
In kitchens they’re Kings and they’re Queens.
For all that, these god-desse-s need me,
Though not at their sides while they chop
For I am The Taster, The Eater,
The Critic, supreme, at the top.
Not everyone’s forte’s the kitchen.
We should function where we are most able,
So follow me, readers, while I
Take my place at the dining room table.