Apr 20, 2007 01:40
Cheese ball,
I saw you sitting there in the middle of the
platter of polite foods--swiss slices and grapes and such,
but no butter knife or crackers to accompany you.
It was a friendly gathering of people,
We all knew each other well enough to transcend the small talk
that usually accompanies cheese balls.
Some people poked at you, looked at you, asked
"what is this thing?"
"Is it a big ball of meat?"
I looked at them with stupefied amazement,
"It's... it's a cheese ball!
You, uh, eat it with crackers"
How have they not heard of cheese balls?
I thought they were as common as hamburgers.
Even without the crackers, I wondered
why people weren't taking advantage of the cheese,
succulent port wine covered in almonds--
maybe four bucks at a grocery store.
Thirty minutes passed,
not a bite.
I grabbed it,
put it on a paper plate and headed out to my car.
My passenger held the paper plate on the short ride home
and when I dropped him off I put it in my passenger seat.
Cheese ball,
you are coming home with me tonight