What's For Dinner

This.... 
isn't just Beef Chuck Roast 
With Peppers and Onions 
And  Sweet Potatoes, and Tzatziki Sauce.   
It's a Big Bowl of Nostalgia.   
It's a Bowl of Self Love.  
It's a Bowl of My Mama's Voice 
whispering, "Not too much salt, Shu Shu."  
And Then 
"If its one thing my girls can do... 
they can cook."  
It's a Big Bowl of Ancestral Pride.  
It's a Bowl of History.... 
Inaccurately Passed Down 
BUT THEN 
Accurately Researched & Recorded.  
It's a Bowl of Abundance.... 
It's a Flavored Bowl of Favor, 
with a Heaping Helping of Grace.  
It's.... a Blessing.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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