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All month, Jama's hosting a Poetry Potluck at her blog, alphabet soup. I've been to several potlucks in my life, and I love 'em. Especially when someone brings deviled eggs, which I cherish eating but hate to make. I love the hodge-podge of my plate after I load it up; the way the sweetness of the cherry jello with marshmallows mixes into the tang of the chopped pork barbecue; the way the stiff bruschetta with olive tapenade cozies up to the puffy pigs-in-a-blanket; the way no one looks at you funny if you sample three kinds of pie and that homemade chocolate truffle-thingie dunked in powdered sugar.
Today, it's my turn to bring a dish and a poem to Jama's potluck. The thing about Jama, though, is whatever you bring---even humble biscuits---she turns it into a feast. She sets a beautiful table and arranges your offering with such grace and style and humor and love that it becomes something that feeds even you, the bringer. Thank you, Jama.
Here's the link to my poem, my recipe, and my "biscuit boys." Don't miss the entries to the Poetry Potluck so far, and don't leave without subscribing to alphabet soup. Why pass up a chance to be fed by Jama every single day?
Loved your poem and its story so very much.