Warm House With Homemade Chili
I smell chili powder, onions simmering
Salivate over chocolate brownies that are too hot to frost
Wild neon paintings liven up this room; my own works of art.
I hear my husband’s TV set, it is loud, and there is gunfire.
I smell something lemon, possibly dishwashing detergent.
Follow my nose to the sink. My husband has washed it!
Not a great job, but a six on a ten scale, so okay.
Sophie Helen begins barking wildly; robbers or mailman is here.
I touch the top of the brownies; still too warm to frost.
Decide to check the corn muffins. They are perfect! Take then out.
The hot pad has one of those plastic pieces in it; I pull that out.
When is the chili ready? It is my husband. He looks hopeful.
I will bring it to you I tell him. I still must add jalapenos to mine.
His TV is getting louder, but Sophie Helen has settled down.
I put the corn muffins into two bowls and begin dipping out chili.
A comfortable life in a warm house with a fantastic homemade meal.
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