Food is a Love Language

Dana Miller-Cotto
Millennial Poets
Published in
1 min readMay 4, 2020
Photo by Joshua Newton on Unsplash
Photo by Joshua Newton on Unsplash https://unsplash.com/photos/WWSX6yJlh5E

Three bell peppers.

She held the top of one with the palm of her hand.

Places it on its side

Glides the blade along the top off

Turns the pepper on its bottom

Creates blades out of each

Delicately slides them to one side of her station

Palms one onion

Her eyes drip

She is unfazed.

Cores the onion

Slices round strips as she rotates the bulb quickly

Her art is complete, but the journey has just begun.

One dash of pepper

A sprinkle of salt

She pounds the flesh

Fire ablaze under

One small drop

Quickly becomes a viscous puddle

The pan sizzles

Her magic seems effortless

She gingerly flips her creation

salting once more

Pouring a rainbow of peppers

She smirks.

She is pleased.

Fire low, then finally, off.

The kitchen is steamy.

My plate is soon wiped clean

of Grandma’s steak.

Our bellies are full.

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Dana Miller-Cotto
Millennial Poets

Bibliophile. Millennial Poet. Essayist. Scientist. Native New Yorker living in the Bay.