Pattys Perfect Pot of Piquant Chili
Patty’s perfect pot of piquant chili hit my pallet hard
It is hot, tasty, sharp, tangy, made with grandma’s lard.
What a strong zesty kick, this chili has, my stomach laughed.
My own chili is less provocative, less biting, by maybe half.
There is a secret ingredient, my aunts told me but she will never tell.
We went through Patty’s recipe book after she went to heaven to dwell.
She had one entry in the chili that said “secret ingredient –one spoon.”
We have been seeking this ingredient since Armstrong landed on the moon.
Adding spices of sage, cinnamon, thyme, rosemary, and other things.
Patty’s recipe has remained as safe as the treasure chest of kings.
Maybe before we die we will figure it out my mother suggested.
She is gone now, and Patty’s champion chili has not been contested.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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