In a deep state of recall,
I've summoned the best of all.
A true tasty blast from my past,
The aromatic scent at last.
Oh my, as I'm salivating right now,
I can visualize the oven creating this chow.
With my nose overcome by a fuelled hypnotic intoxicating scent,
The aromatic free-flowing steam floundered through the oven's slotted heat vent.
The scent led me to the glass-steamed window of my flavourful snack.
There was a bubbling hot orange sauce set in a chorus of pops,
Quite like a Vegas Showgirl's high kicks and flops.
My hunger now got to me the best part of all.
We waited and waited for Mom's snack call.
My stomach would turn and jump for joy, but not compared to a favorite birthday or Christmas toy.
No, this was different, with no words to explain. A salacious sauce mix of noodles and cheese, with extra helpings if we asked, please.
Yes, you can bet our manners were always spot on.
This Mac and cheese snack didn't last long.
Matthew Mikituk
Friday March 22nd,2024.10:52am.
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Matthew Mikituk
I have addictions, that drives my creativity. Coffee is definately is my current addiction. If you find anything amusing, appalling, upsetting or insightful, that was my goal. Tipping me a coffee truly does go a long way.
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The end - haha!