Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Childhood Delicacies

Hot pie crust rolled out practically paper-flat
Sprinkled lavishly with cinnamon and sugar,

Red Kool-aide made with real sugar, 
So sweet your teeth can barely stand it,

More cool tasty French onion sour cream dip than chips,
A teensy sliver of a tiny dab of a hotdog in a giant bowl of ketchup that you lick with your finger.

Gobs of hot macaroni and cheese, fresh from a Kraft Boy-R-Dee box,
And peanut butter sandwiches oozing over the edge and onto the counter with grape jelly.
Nothing makes you salivate faster than your childhood delicacies.

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M. L. Kiser October 29, 2018 at 11:04 AM I still need them occasionally; especially the PB&J ooze. It always hits the spot. Thanks for the memory. Caren Krutsinger October 29, 2018 at 11:35 AM You are more than welcome. I just had lunch and now I am bemoaning the fact I have no peanut butter or jelly.

Quoth Theraven October 28, 2018 at 1:27 AM Making me hungry...though port wine cheese and Japanese rib-eye steak are more style now. -Richard Caren Krutsinger October 28, 2018 at 6:40 AM But did you get a snack? That was my intention, you see. To get all the snack-deprived to remember and reward themselves.