Bride’s First Meal
It was a layered casserole of maize and squash and beans
whose contents were indigenous and well within her means.
She blanched and drained and layered in a glass loaf pan.
She followed all directions and plotted out each plan.
Dabbing on her favorite essence, she donned his favorite dress.
With the front door open, she didn’t have to guess
when he was walking up the lane and so she would be able
to greet him with a soulful kiss and dinner on the table.
But, her first endeavor she’d hoped would be delicious,
in fact was not ambrosial, but instead pernicious.
It seemed as though the entire dish might be having troubles
as it rose above its boundaries with ominous pops and bubbles.
In short,
These were the things that went amiss
after his entrance and their kiss.
She rued the day that dish was born.
The squash was tough, as was the corn.
Instead they went to Burger King
and ordered one of everything,
came on home and gorged on it,
so their first meal was quite a hit.
She pitched her failed attempt within
a nearby waiting rubbish bin.
She was smart and so good looking.
He didn’t wed her for her cooking.
For JustJoJan#26 the prompt is “rubbish.”

Love this Judy!
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Oh dear. I fear the cooking lessons did not happen before the wedding! (Mind you, with some, that would not have mattered…)
Nicely done.
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That is the advantage to getting married at an older age!!!
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Oh, I don’t know about that. There are a few ladies that I know that despise cooking and never took to it, so to speak 😉
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Hopefully their spouse or roommates did.
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Right!
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Love it Judy, hilarious.
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so funny and true. I made tony spaghetti and cheese for our first Friday meal. I thought I had the right ingredient cuz the back of the spaghetti assured me “this I s a macaroni product”
to call the concoction even fair is a huge misnomer. We had a good enough time after i bawled and ran to our student housing marriage bed where i had a pleasantly interrupted cry.
by Ann Oseal Garnia ,(thats what eric and his gang called ne when I taught them armt Central)
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Oh. Poor bridey! Glad you had the consolation of the marriage bed…and not at all as bad as liniment. xo Oops… that was a different story.. in a post made a few days earlier..My grandma gave my dad a hard time for not eating the cookies she gave him and then she took a bite and discovered she’d put in liniment instead of vanilla. Now, doesn’t that make you feel better?
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That was awesome! I remember boiling eggs when I was newly married and boiling the water right out of the pan. His question was “How does one do something like that? I simply told him that he had been too busy kissing me and I forgot something was on the stove. Oops.
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Some people just intuitively know how to answer a question right!!!!
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That’s right 🙂
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I wasn’t married for my cooking either 😁
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Hee hee.
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That was indeed fortunate that he wasn’t relying on her cooking 😂😂😂
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One of your marvellous best
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Thanks, Derrick. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Poor girl!
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