Good Gravy!

Friends, I am the gravy master, without peer.

Come Thanksgiving, Christmas, anytime of year.

Cream with sausage for your biscuit.

Brown to drizzle on your brisket.

Any kind you like, and you'll find no lumps here!

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But I learned this art while cooking in the back

Of a cafeteria whose seats would pack

With three-hundred souls a day

So I guess it's safe to say

If I make the gravy, there won't be a lack.

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I have learned, with time, that roux will keep a while,

So when I whisk up too much, I simply smile

And refrigerate a portion

Turning a would-be misfortune

Into food prep for the future, done with style.

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In preparing a nice dinner for my wife

I grilled chops so tender, no need for a knife

Mashed potatoes, smooth and creamy,

Fresh green beans, sauteed and dreamy

And the smoothest gravy I've made in my life.

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Oh, the dinner was delightful, with one quirk.

Something in the gravy didn't seem to work.

Although smooth, the taste we savored,

Oddly sweet and almond flavored,

Caused my wife to look upon me with a smirk.

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While I wondered what my cooking skills had wrought,

She stood up and showed me what I had forgot

What I saw upon the fridge shelf

Made me want to slap my bad self.

Yes, my roux was there; the cookie dough was not.

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A little something for the Smooth Challenge: