Garlicky Bread

My mother could make an amazing dish,
From chicken, beef, veggies or fish,
No matter the source or the type,
Whether it was fresh, old, green or ripe,
She made everything taste so delicious,
Moreover, it was always healthy and nutritious,
She could make an amazing six-course meal,
From anything, even from deep seawater eel,
I remember after frying little beef croquettes,
She would deep thin slices of dark rye breads,
In the hot tasty dripping oil, it smelled amazing,
Then smear on it garlic that set my nose a-blazing,
Even today almost sixty years later,
I can taste the garlicky, tingly breads so tender,
It is these smells and tastes you will cherish,
No matter what dish on your plate was to furnish,
It is scorched onto your memory banks,
For that we can only be grateful and give thanks.
xox
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