What in the World is Steak?
What in the world is steak? I’ve never heard of such a thing.
Our meat was cooked long and hard until it would zing.
Leftovers would be made into totally different meals,
Like veggie soup or pot pie for our tummy’s to fill.
One piece of meat for one person was unheard of.
We shared everything, out of necessity and love.
The day I ate my first steak, I can remember it well.
I felt so guilty but it tasted pleasingly swell.
I kept thinking I should save a small part.
To put in my soup later for a grand old start.
But I never in my life tasted something so good.
And wasn’t about to leave a drop, even if I could.
I wondered if my Mother ever heard of a steak,
One you seared on a grill, only minutes it takes.
I can’t believe she did for meat had to be well charred,
Cooked forever in a pot until absolutely marred.
I still feel a little guilty when I put a steak on the grill.
Remembering how many tummy’s one piece of meat had to fill.
Written by,
Bonnie May
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Bonnie, girl...you started somethin' with this poem, and have my mouth salivating!!!
Blessings and Love ~~ Micke
Cryssa
That, my dear Bonnie...is a steak!
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., Karen Lynn. :D *drooling* LOL
I know what you mean by it all. I never hardly eat steak now, one because of cost and two because I cannot chew so easily in my old age. But is is a delicious piece of meat for me to enjoy at a restaurant or sometimes on a holiday. Thanks for this tasty dish of a poem. Lois
A delicious serving - well written! (Was going to say well done, and it is - yummy! LOL)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.