Served Hot In Two Ways
I was not feeling my best that day
had not slept well the night before.
The day consisted of the same ole stuff
time to prepare dinner I couldn't ignore.
I cut up veggies into small pieces
placed them all into the wok to cook.
I started sprinkling spices on them
while anger simmered, I failed to look.
With each critical thought I had
I'd give the shaker another shake.
Then fearing I had ruined the meal
I now realized my bad mistake.
I then had to call hubby to eat
hoping he wouldn't notice the hot spice.
Saying not a word I began to eat
feeling I was not very nice.
What did you put in this to make it hot
he asked me when he took a bite.
Just some hot pepper was my reply
I didn't want to cause a fight.
 
Just how much pepper did you use
he asked, as he pushed it aside.
Just some I didn't measure it
I said, letting another bite slide.
Is it to hot can't you eat it
I asked with innocence mild.
No, he said as he made a sandwich
causing me, to be at myself riled.
I should have taken my anger
out some other way that day.
Instead I had shook the shaker
and let hot pepper have it's way.
I continued to eat that mess
I would show him, it's not too hot.
Later I searched for antacids
knowing the worst of the deal I'd got.
Let this be a lesson to all you cooks
don't ever let anger rule the shaker.
Don't serve hot and have to eat the stuff
and then become a hot eater faker.
Revised for Cherry's Cooking Up a Storm
'Serve Hot'
By Mistymaiden
© 2010 Mistymaiden
(All rights reserved)
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