meat salad #2

they brought it back. 

 

now with beans!

 

after the last serving, a friend wrote a poem:

 

 

Why oh Why did no one eat me, by Eric Lee

 

Why oh why, am I left alone.

To stew in my juices, so sweet they are.

Could it be my texture,

My color, or smell?

My supple flavor,

Or My very essence,

Might it be my recipe content,

That no one can tell.

Why oh why, am I left alone.

To stew in my juices, So sweet they are.

What ever the reaction,

the name meat salad invokes,

I know over time,

A day, perhaps a week

I will age with grace,

With dignity

And someone hungry enough will love to eat me, And then not feel so well.