Day 27
Fried Green Tomatoes
What is it about the taste
Of fried green tomatoes that
takes me back to my
Grandmas kitchen table?
Waiting there patiently for
Grandma to get done because
She won’t stop until the plate
Is piled high.
Finally she turns and puts
The plate on the table,
And we dig in.
That first taste that burns our
Tongues because we can’t wait
Is eye rolling good.
The only sound you hear
Is fork scraping the plate
And lips smacking with the
Sound of appreciation.
The pile has gone down
To only one or two left
On the plate,
And all is good because
Grandma smiles.
And that is all we need
We will remember the
Taste of Fried Green Tomatoes.
Aww, like this one. 🙂
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Nice memory! Wow those were delicious! 🙂
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