Cooking With Friends

Thank you, Marie, for letting me see,
it’s not difficult to whip up any recipe;
You help me cook as good as my grandma,
with you I can always make the best cole slaw.

Betty, my gratitude also belongs to you,
for making baking so very easy to do;
I open the box, then add water or oil,
and maybe an egg, with very little toil.

Uncle Ben and Aunt Jemima really know
how to make me look just like a pro;
Cooking and baking don’t make me wince,
because I have friends to help in a pinch.

With the Campbell kids and Jimmy Dean,
I don’t need Martha’s talents to intervene;
I simply open a can or start the microwave,
then sit back and listen to the kudos and raves.

And now I’ve added a doctor to my repertoire,
who keeps me following the carbohydrate law;
Losing bread or pasta doesn’t make me whine,
for with a smaller bum I‘m feeling quite sublime.

These days I rarely dine with Marie and company,
But I thank the ice cream gods for Ben and Jerry!
My story has no moral, so I will advise you as I close:
Pick your friends with care, but never pick your nose!

Lora Frikken ~ 7-18-04