MOSS SOUP AND MANICOTTI – JOHN JOHNSON

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Grandma orchestrated a symphony of steaming pots, sizzling pans, and an overheating stove,

Her flip flops exposed her bunions as she shuffled back and forth, serving one plate after another,

For love in this family was measured by the number of courses served and the temperature in the kitchen,

Moss soup and manicotti, potted meatballs, twirly pasta, and the freshest Pillsbury crescent rolls you could get out of a cardboard tube.

Her flip flops exposed her bunions as she shuffled back and forth, serving one plate after another,

Although it was the dead of winter, she wore a tank top, shorts, and an apron, all dripping with sweat,

Moss soup and manicotti, potted meatballs, twirly pasta, and the freshest Pillsbury crescent rolls you could get out of a cardboard tube,

The only vegetable was mashed potatoes. The gravy was tomato sauce.

Although it was the dead of winter, she wore a tank top, shorts, and an apron, all dripping with sweat,

Turkey with stuffing, brown sugar glazed ham, pineapple casserole, shrimp cocktail with extra horseradish, breaded flounder fried,

The only vegetable was mashed potatoes. The gravy was tomato sauce.

She could balance a ten-pound graham-cracker crust, cherry-topped cheesecake in one hand, and a dozen chocolate-covered eclairs in the other.

Turkey with stuffing, brown sugar glazed ham, pineapple casserole, shrimp cocktail with extra horseradish, breaded flounder fried,

For love in this family was measured by the number of courses served and the temperature in the kitchen,

She could balance a ten-pound graham-cracker crust, cherry-topped cheesecake in one hand, and a dozen chocolate-covered eclairs in the other,

Grandma orchestrated a symphony of steaming pots, sizzling pans, and an overheating stove.