Count your blessings for the extra slice,
dance the jig
and share your newfound gains.
Go feed the ducks in the pond down the street
make a doubledecker grilled cheese sandwich
for you and your beloved to eat.
Take a moment
and contemplate the loss
of the other loaf,
indeterminate,
and sweeten its memory
butter and sugar
a jelly roll up
impromptu french toast
pan-pan deaux
and cheers for using this lost bread,
now found, by you.
Toast it for croutons
on your next chef’s salad.
Tear and grind it up,
seasoned with salt and rosemary
and spread over chicken
or pork loin for oven bake.
Savor the moment and
this bookend bounty
that allows you to go just beyond
the edge of shadows.
The cook in me appreciates this sage advice…..and to think I tend to throw these away. Shows my utter lack of creativity, patience, and gratitude.
That’s a bit harsh on yourself While I’ve been known to make french toast with the heel, I typically toss them out as well. This poem just seeks to remind us that little unexpected things bring joy. The way we share it can bring joy to other people. (and I like your use of sage…though I don’t consider myself *wise*). Thanks again for visiting and for the comment.
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