Home-Cooked
My sister had us over
For a special home-cooked meal,
With sauce and pasta made from scratch -
To me, a real big deal.
When we arrived, upon a nifty
Plastic-armed display
Were fresh-made noodles, gently draped,
With lots more on the way.
We watched as sheets of dough were placed
Into a cool machine
Which my sister cranked until, Voila!
The noodles could be seen.
Upon the stove, a giant pot
Was bubbling away
With sauce made from tomatoes
She had crushed that very day.
The dinner was delicious -
Meatballs rounded out the deal -
And I marveled at the effort made
To serve us such a meal.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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