Party food
it feeds the heart
even before
festivities start;
anticipation
thus depicted
makes for diet
derelicted,
and so it behooves
the party planner
to include an apple
or bannaner.
Or stick of celery,
knob of berry,
to appease the health-food
constabulary.
But, health aside,
it must be said
the apple is ever
in party red;
it adds panache
to homey show
with beneficent, jolly
Pickwickian glow.
Then in slices
like little smiles
it spreads its cidery,
juicy wiles
in sticky comfort
all around
with virtuous munchy
party sound,
and if you’re The Grandma
you tend to cooking
and lick your fingers
when no one’s looking.
With thanks to Susan Rushton, whose praise of Jazz apples caused me to try them. She said I should look for the reddest, so I did. Will it surprise you, dear reader, to know that the reddest were on the bottom of the pile? I will leave to your imagination how I distinguished myself in that shopping moment.
I join Susan in praise of Jazz apples; on the occasion of my grandson’s 17th birthday, we all approved! Next will be a search for Judy’s favorite, the Macoun.
I learn so many good things from bloggers!