Daily Prompt: Seconds!.
My mouth began to water each Wednesday of the week,
when our town of 300 would await a tantalizing feast.
At the local bar and grill the master cook was preparing her recipe,
Chicken fried steak, which was a meal fit for royalty.
No frozen patties, but made from natural cubed beef steak,
Bathing each piece with egg and milk in a big bowl,
Then getting them rolled in a special flower roll.
Large frying pans with oil awaited each special piece as they fried,
My stomach whispered, “Please”.
After being fried they, she warmed them in an oven on low,
Peeling potatoes and cooking and mashing were then left to follow.
With home-made gravy being ready to top the delicious meal,
The buns readied for the warmer and the corn cooking to seal the deal.
Orders called in, long before, to insure they would have this, so divine,
No one wanted to become left out or learn they’d reached the end of the line.
I remember I would call in and pick mine up after teaching school,
And savor it with my family who enjoyed it so much too.
Each bite, as tender as any cut of meat could be,
For when I worked there during my summer’s pace
I found that it was also her love that traveled with each plate.
For now she sold the place and we all remember it remarkably,
It is great to have her as my friend, you want her recipe?