Katie Martin '25
In the small house by the sea
Bought by my grandpa decades ago
Where the salty air always flows
Carrot stab at celery in the boiling battlefield
Turning it soft and weak
Fighting for dominance, to be the first bite eaten.
Peas sneak by, until being refused by the child’s fork.
The potatoes are liked by everyone
And the mushrooms, an acquired taste.
Onion, garlic, and parsley know that they are really bringing it together,
Everything joining and forming something new, something treasured.
And you may think the star is chicken,
But it's really grandma’s pie crust:
Flakey and slightly chewy and buttery
A gift sent down from heaven
Perfection.
Delivering us the perfect summer meal,
When the best piece of crust is really the only thing that can be fought over
On those hot summer nights
Sharing the old, long meal
When school and work don’t trouble the mind.
And everything is just right.
