The Story Behind the Poem
This poem was to help me get over the embarrassment of ruining a main part of our first meal hosted as a married couple. (Note that I wrote it nearly 4 years after it happened. That’s something pretty rough denial.) My cooking skills have vastly improved since then, but I’m still a little leery with corn on the cob.
by Sarah Steele
The salty, buttery goodness
With the scrumptious crunch, crunch of the golden kernels
Was sure to make the meal a hit with this new wife’s first guests
The salt and butter were just a mask
Covering the overcooked stiffness
Of a potful of wilted corn
Do you have a first-meal story?