{"id":72641,"date":"2020-06-27T23:27:09","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T03:27:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=72641"},"modified":"2020-06-27T23:27:09","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T03:27:09","slug":"breakfast-with-pop","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/breakfast-with-pop\/","title":{"rendered":"Breakfast With Pop"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Breakfast With Pop<\/p>\n<p>Not your everyday ordinary grandfather,<br \/>\nPop was my buddy. He and Mom, too young<br \/>\nto be called Grandma and Grandpa though<br \/>\nI tried once with Mom and was given a knuckle<br \/>\nto my forearm that left a bruise, they\u2019d dance<br \/>\narm in arm from the living room to the kitchen<br \/>\nas they\u2019d busy themselves fixing breakfast<br \/>\nfor my brother, Mikey, and me; we were<br \/>\nfrequent weekend guests as kids.<\/p>\n<p>Eggs sunnyside up, with grated potatoes,<br \/>\ndiced onions, thin slices of meatballs Aunt Mary<br \/>\nsent over every night from across the street, and<br \/>\nshe made the best meatballs I\u2019ve ever had. Pop<br \/>\nwould add three shakes of tabasco to the pan<br \/>\nand it sizzled. Mom readied our rolls with<br \/>\nmargarine on one side and ketchup on the other.<br \/>\nPop would put \u2018boravought\u2019 on his but not ours<br \/>\nor Mom\u2019s, too hot he\u2019d say.<\/p>\n<p>Egg sandwiches remind me of Pop and Mom<br \/>\nand the ballroom dances that forever waltzed on<br \/>\nin their Richmond Hill house, and to this day,<br \/>\nI\u2019ve never called hot pepper flakes anything but<br \/>\n\u2018boravought.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>~ J R Turek<br \/>\nJune 27, 2020<br \/>\nHour 15<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Breakfast With Pop Not your everyday ordinary grandfather, Pop was my buddy. He and Mom, too young to be called Grandma and Grandpa though I tried once with Mom and was given a knuckle to my forearm that left a bruise, they\u2019d dance arm in&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1325,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-72641","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72641","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\/1325"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=72641"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72641\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":72644,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72641\/revisions\/72644"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=72641"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=72641"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=72641"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}