I get home. tired and hungry and so sick of school shoulders slouch with comfort, crossing the threshold between the public and my home.
It's snack time.
open the fridge and what do I find? what marvelous things, upon which to dine? a leg of chicken and a big *** of beans, say what you will, moms can be queens I chop up an onion splash! in the pan a dollop of oil [extra ******, man] add half a pepper, minus its seeds yum! I think I know what this needs
A large pinch of cumin, a whole chicken leg and so many beans, if beer twould be keg then add some turmeric for fusion and flair splash of red wine, kids: we're almost there!
I check in the freezer and Yes! I was right! almost a dozen tortillas in sight. I take out two, cuz they're pretty big I yodel with pleasure, as if at a shindig
warm up the flatbreadz, and pile it on all of that chicken and beans and herbs from the lawn get in my tummy, get in there so fast that I dont realize I'm eating until I'm holding the last.