Enemy / My Friend
My husband read it somewhere:
“Make food your enemy.”
He actually tried to pass
that piece of advice unto me.
Me, who never met a morsel
I did not like . . .
except maybe anchovies.
I’m now supposed to do an about-face,
turn my back on a friend.
If food was my enemy,
I’d have long ago been stabbed
by a chunk of cheddar.
The advice does have merit.
So I studied thin people in restaurants.
Yes, they do seem to loathe
what’s on their plate,
complain of over-generous portions.
They even poke their fork at salads,
fearful there’s a calorie lurking
behind a lettuce leaf.
Or they rudely shove food aside,
leave it behind.
Not me, food and I are pals
and I don’t desert my friends.
Dessert?
Did someone say dessert?
– Betty J Van Ochten
