Gravy

Guy had a birthday in the shop. So we brought in lunch today. His choice. Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, corn, brown gravy, and peach cobbler.

That, gentle readers, was like poetry on a plate. It spoke to me physically and spiritually.

That plate belted out Steven Curtis’ “Great Adventure”, Commodore’s “Brick House”, James Taylor’s “Steam Roller”, and Aretha’s “Respect” all at the same time.

At the end, when I needed two handi-wipes and wheelbarrow, it quietly whispered “just like momma used to make.”

Testify metloaf with the corn choir raising the roof and sister potato jumping out her pew in the back row waving her gravy hanky around.

Amen Brother!