September 6, 2011

roasted not fried

dear short fingernails and a long red jacket diary,

my eyes have seen the glory of a roast cooking in the crock pot. i have added extra potatoes and i am waiting for time to pass on the clock. i am really pretty hungry as anyone could tell, but i could never get tired of the way this dinner always makes my house smell. beyond the flames of a big country fire, beyond the hot cook stove in a big country kitchen, past the tiny apartment size burner, the food cooking in my kitchen will make any stomach yearn. the soft carrots and smashed up potatoes are going to taste so good with a fresh garden tomato. my short fingernails will help to ravish the meat and my long red jacket will keep me warm while i eat. sometimes i get cold while i am chowing down- i think it's because i am getting old in this worn out town. i don't mean to boast but i can still cook a roast. and oh thank goodness because i think i might love roast the most.