Wednesday, December 2, 2020

Haibun





THANKSGIVING 


Home from Sunday Mass where I received communion. Climbing the back stairs to our flat, the fragrance hits me. Fried onions. Dad is at the stove making the pasta sauce for dinner. He takes a meatball, flattens it and cooks it along with the onions. I slice open one of the warm rolls I bought at the bakery near church and spread on some butter. It melts into a glistening pool. Dad tops this with onions and a smashed meatball. A little salt, lots of pepper and the top half of the roll.

full of Grace–
thanksgiving
in each bite
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2 comments:

Gillena Cox said...

You took my mind back to a bakery i used to stop at after Sunday church. There was always a long queue for a bread we called hot hops

Lovely haibun Adelaide

Much❤love

Adelaide said...

The fragrance of just baked bread filled the air and pulled people to the bakery. Cant' beat that fragrance.

Thanks for visiting.

Adelaide