Monday's lunch container
transparent, calling, saucy siren,
she stands out in the office fridge
among the Tupperware
and crushed paper bags
Sloshing at the brim,
slick with equal parts pork fat and sauteed pride
my glass container with push-top lid
threatens to breach its borders
My husband's Sunday gravy
swims with Italian sausage
and homemade meatballs,
swirling in a sweetness from
a secret ingredient you'll never guess
poured in thick drippy waterfalls
across a field of farfalle
This culinary ritual,
a slow, steady, focused
weekend afternoon in the kitchen
steeped in homage and herbs
sets the stakes for the coming week
So colleagues, you can look,
go ahead, take a peek
But please know
it's all for me.
2026 Poetry Challenge - Corporate - Culinary - Dry Humor - Eating and Drinking - Generational - Homage - Humor - Lineage - Of Cooking - Of Place - Poems - Recipes for Life - Short-form Musings
