here’s just a little something i cooked up a moment ago when the spirit hit me…hello dearest beeper, it is me looking dour for the children are hungry, it’s near the six o’clock hour i have a menu planned out, ’tis true, yes ’tis true but i forget that i made it, and there’s no time for stew i think and i think but no vittles come to mind so i freak and i dash to the basement to find what’s in the freezer? what might save my ass? is it some chicken? a meatloaf? o dear, the sea bass? but as i dig deeper and deeper, lo behold holy moley it’s a bag, a big one! full of four-cheese ravioli! quick! dash back up the stairs, for it’s almost sunset dump it into the crockpot, ’tis no time to fret crockpot?? shmockpot! o! what am i thinking?! i’ve no time for hi or lo: time’s on the brinking! use the pot nonetheless, press the button: “defrost” close the door, say a prayer, we will eat at all costs eight minutes later, dinner’s ready, thank God for i very almost blew it, we nearly ate cod.
© molly field 2013