Linda Studley

Can't Put the Pen Down…

The Five Stages of Food Grief

Eggs can’t be bad for me
I’m sure I read an article
that told me that they wouldn’t hurt
my ventricles and hearticles.

Drat it! Everything I like
has cholesterol and salt.
I should smack the manufacturer.
It’s all his gol dern fault.

I could eat a steak today
then for the next two weeks
drink water, and browse melba toast,
and  salads laced with leeks.

Oh, I give up. If it tastes good
I should probably spit it out.
I won’t live any longer but
it’ll feel that way, no doubt.

What is this? Guacamole?
Whole grain bread, home made jam?
Food’s better when it’s fresh
and doesn’t come out of a can.


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2 thoughts on “The Five Stages of Food Grief

  1. cynthia l on said:

    Haha, you are preaching to the choir, Sister. I am in the Bargining Stage: quinoa and sprouted grain bread, but still sels de mer de Guerande and Himaylan pink salt, stained with the tincture of ages. If nothing else, I intend to be ‘well perserved’.

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