Queen of Trifles

One pint of sherry wine says the recipe which finds me asking can I substitute a gallon of Chablis or even quarts of Scotch or Bourbon pretend I am wallowing in my past quelling my misery while waving my alcoholism in Death’s face One pound of macaroons It says They’ll place their calories under my nose add pounds more than the mere seventeen I gained when the doctor told me not to walk creating this newest morbidly overweight me not trifling with death here either One quart of cream whipped will leave me more than sedentary stiff actually and one whole egg flaunts current conventions thumbs its nose against my clogged arteries and helps me laugh at the second or third helping of those air saturated cream calories standing tall over that custard basted, wine soaked, pound of Lady Fingers. Reality is never what it seems when trifles say they serve 12. Queen of Trifles, The Settlement House Cookbook, page 372