chop chop plop plop

the bone broth and potatoes and yellow and red peppers

have made themselves a guest room

for the boneless pork cutlets

which simmer in their butter white pepper and salt

and throw a delightful cooked-meat smell

into this otherwise dreary dwelling

and I feel bad for observant jews and muslims

who deny themselves this segment

of the protein presentment

.

a sharpened chef’s knife would be ideal

But a serrated shorties from the block works fine

chop chop to subdivide

plop plop to incorporate

and yum yum to the unplopped

speared one cube at a time with the fork

slatherdipped in applesauce

and slowly sweetly savored