We used to sing this food song when we were kids:<\/p>\n
Fried ham, fried ham, cheese, and bologna, The relish tray is a staple It had to have pickles – because we’re Polish – The relish dish was always clear glass Those dishes are ubiquitous at garage sales Fill them with salty savory delights Then hear the room fill once again [Prompt 9: \u201cLook in your cupboards and find a food that brings up a childhood memory, and the memory is your prompt\u201d \u2013 contributed by Deborah Dalton]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" We used to sing this food song when we were kids: Fried ham, fried ham, cheese, and bologna, and after the macaroni, we’ll have onion, pickles, and peppers, and then we’ll have some more fried ham! Fried ham! Fried ham! Fried ham! The relish tray…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":742,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-113476","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/113476","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/742"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=113476"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/113476\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":113690,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/113476\/revisions\/113690"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=113476"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=113476"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=113476"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand after the macaroni, we’ll have
\nonion, pickles, and peppers,
\nand then we’ll have some more fried ham!
\nFried ham! Fried ham! Fried ham!<\/em><\/p>\n
\nat our family gatherings and holiday dinners.<\/p>\n
\nand pickled beets and pickled onions and green olives.<\/p>\n
\nwith some star-shaped pattern cut into the bottom.<\/p>\n
\nand wish I could take every one of them home<\/p>\n
\nto tempt and tease the appetite<\/p>\n
\nwith a chorus of laughter and love<\/p>\n