
Black Pepper
Jul 29, 2017 · 1 min read
A childhood memory carried into my nose.
Velvet sauce,
thick handmade noodles,
beef braised to shredding.
Potatoes because one starch is never enough,
not for Irish blood.
Carrots for tender sweetness.
Mash the veggies together,
have the gravy with the noodles,
eat the beef strip by strip.
Remember your grandmother
before her hair was white.
Fruit cocktail suspended in jell-o,
the sound of a voice aging.
