Reservation Not Needed

Pantry explorer,
Next best thing to traveling,
World-class appetite.

Tasty feats ahead,
Simple and gourmet cuisine,
Can’t journey, will dine.

Itinerary
Sunday: backyard – Honey-mustard chicken
Monday: patio – Supreme nacho grande
Tuesday: dining room – Oven-fried fish with squid ink pasta and garlic bread
Wednesday: dining room – Chicken biscuit casserole
Thursday: patio – Deep dish pepperoni arugula pizza
Friday: dining room – Mung bean stew with nappa cabbage and pork rinds
Saturday: backyard – Pineapple chicken and vegetables stir fry

Sheepish (100-word story)

Sheila shucks corn in her shack, stewing over a schnauzer that chewed up her Scottish scarf. Feeling skittish, she chucks the last husk into the bucket and goes outside to tend to her Shetland pony. After brushing down her sheltie, she heads to Sean’s Shed, where she’s taken a shine for the shopkeeper. She wants to invite Sean to lunch. As she faces him, she’s overcome with shyness. Shrugging off the shudder in her shoulders, succeeding only in worsening the shaking of her voice, she bleats, “Would you like some sheep butt? Wait . . . what? I . . . sheesh . . . I mean shish kebab?”

Race Scarred

Age old beliefs of skin tone judging
Burrowed deep in values and teachings,
Inevitable repeating of past hurts and turmoil,
Leading tense situations to simmer, then boil.

Unity regarding skin deep beauty–
A fantasy outweighed by hate and cruelty.

Time to think differently,
And commit to true harmony,
Start with empathy,
Listen and learn continuously.

Look beyond the surface,
To realize healing and peace.