A few drops of Olive oil, and butter (just a smidgen),
joining together in a hot pan -
crackling beneath the egg, freshly dropped from its
delicate, brown shell.
delicate, brown shell.
One piece of perfectly shaped, whole wheat bread -
toasted, and butter-teased,
adorned with sweet basil, and carefully placed beneath
the gentle, soft yolk.
the gentle, soft yolk.
Soaking up the flavors -
an infusion of white,
and yellow.......................and green,
and yellow.......................and green,
all the way down to the
crispy bottomed
brown.
The olive oil, the butter,
the egg, the basil,
the toast.
Yum.
Breakfast.
crispy bottomed
brown.
The olive oil, the butter,
the egg, the basil,
the toast.
Yum.
Breakfast.
Yum! It's bedtime for me, but I'm ready for breakfast now :) What a nice poem...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kerry. Whenever I can't think of anything to write about, I can ALWAYS write about FOOD : )
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