Brain Strain - a Kitchen Adventure

Brain strain – A kitchen adventure Broken ladles scattered about the new granite countertops Veins of years gone by, prehistoric earth tremblings, spotted composites in a vast array of colors, wickedly smooth and hard as rock (go figure) Silverware sings like wind chimes on the tile floor, cast aside in frantic search…long drawers, endlessly hiding that utensil, somewhere behind the egg slicer, yellow plastic (what would I do without it?) Meat thermometer (that sounds nasty) Tupperware tops for what? Plastic reminders of meals past, no longer fitting their spaghetti sauce discolored partners, in assorted sizes (used now as makeshift cat food bowls) Pots and pans, why is it always pots and pans, never pans and pots, hell in alphabetical order it would be, who thinks up this stuff? And then those damn lids that never stack (handles, who needs them?) A blender, a mixer, a dicer, a juicer, a toaster and an apple peeler. An apple peeler? Brownie tins shaped like a labyrinth, but look at all of those corners…chewy Not good for the diet but make the perfect Christmas gift. (much more than an apple peeler) There it is, finally, behind a 5 lb. bag of potatoes and the old Mr. Coffee machine, tarnished silver, at least a hundred star patterned holes, three little worthless feet…my colander The one I use to strain my brain, removing all of the bad stuff (so the only thought left is you) 4/6/17 Written for the Go Ahead…I Dare Ya!!! poetry contest Sponsored by John Lawless