My Honey Makes Sweet Salsa
My “Honey” Makes
My “Honey” has a green thumb
Her lovely garden, how it grows.
It seems she gets a good return
From every “penny” that she sows.
Each summer about this time
Her tomatoes start to blush
As they start to “pile up”
She’s in her kitchen, in a rush.
She got this wonderful recipe
From a preacher’s wife we know
Of course she’s “tweaked it”some
That’s how “family” recipes grow.
She’s got her “system” down
To produce this wonderful stuff.
To have a season pass me by
Would make my life real tuff.
She picks and peels tomatoes
Plumb & red, now sliced & diced
She grabs a lovely onion with
Some peppers, nicely spiced.
That’s as fine a recipe detail
As I’m allowed to share.
I keep her secret for myself
Cause she just wouldn’t care.
I want to feel this salsa
Is “special” made and just for me.
Cause it’s the very greatest
Anyone’s salsa could ever be.
So now I’ve shared my story
It’s made me long to dip a few
And if you lived a little closer
I’d share a fresh scoop with you.
Written by oldbuck Aug 8, 2015
After his “Honey” had just finished
making a fresh batch of her salsa.
Copyright © Old buck | Year Posted 2015
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