"Hey mom, what's for supper?"
Remember those times at the
end of the month, those times
right between running out of
fresh groceries and payday?
You open the door to the fridge
and watch to see what falls out.
A few bits and pieces of veggies,
that tad of leftover steak, a few
teaspoons of sour cream . . .
. . . the perfect beginnings of
Poor Man's Stew, to say nothing
of getting the fridge cleaned out.
At nigh onto 100, I still prep one
of these at the end of the month.
Every once in a while, I have one
of those bang my head against
the wall moments . . . Perhaps
this is what happens in some of
my dreams. They are just Poor
Man's Stew dreams . . .
The current book I'm reading,
some chore I've done throughout
the day, a conversation I've had,
that bit from the news cast . . . all
come together to make a hodge-
podge of a dream. No need worry
or get upset or even try to figure
out the meanings!
Something to be said for these aha
moments, isn't there?!
love me poor mans stew
dreams not necessarily
give me a moment
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