Johnny cake mix, triggers a memory

Of the way we were

Yes, let’s make a meal

Dumplings conjure memories of

Childhood days, Back home

Fridays my favorite

No traditional meals

Fried dumplings and saltedcod

Every child back then, lived for this day

No rice, no vegetables

Momma made them from scratch

She would roll the dough, butter, salt and stuff

In the hot oil they’d go

Coming out crispy

Hot, soft inside

As teeth connect they sink into the soft buttery

Inside, as the oohs and aaahs

Signal, enjoyment of this deliciousness

Made some today in a Marathon frame of mind

Transported back to those days

Of pure joy!!