After the wedding, we moved cross country.
What were we thinking? It was my first time
to cook a turkey and I took the easy way out –
a turkey breast for six hours in a crock pot.
There’s not a lot to it, just put in the breast,
and the gravy mix, throw in some carrots,
celery and onion, and voila, the inaugural
turkey dinner tradition for two begins.
I was so proud of myself. So satisfied
with what I had been thinking. What a good deal
my husband had scored in a talented wife like me.
All these firsts turning out splendidly.
We enjoyed our meal,watched some football,
had a nice evening, then went to bed,
with our bellies full of turkey and gravy,
fully satisfied with what we were thinking.
But when we awoke, while getting the coffee
together, there came an unhappy discovery.
We had neglected to clean up just right
and had left the turkey dinner out all night.
What had we been thinking?
The sumptuous, meaty gravy
was now congealed and cold,
looking not unlike a jello mold.
There were screeches!
Calls to parents and frantic online searches!
Can we still eat it, or could it kill us?
In the end, caution, instead of germs, would win.
It was a sad, sad moment indeed,
one that truly felt like a sin,
when that turkey and all that luscious,
buttery, beautiful gravy slid slowly
right down into the trash bin.
INSTANT NOODLES 