I slice the peppers
horizontally,
the way you like them.
Stuff them with turkey,
tomato sauce, rice,
and spices
(secret).
A little cheese on top,
then the oven—
375 for forty-five minutes.
No, this isn’t a recipe card.
I know you love stuffed peppers
and I can’t wait to—
Wait.
What’s this text?
Of course.
The timer chirps.
I pull them out.
I set one pepper
dead center on the plate,
wipe the sauce from the rim,
presentation still matters.
Steam curls up.
I eat standing at the counter.
The other plate stays clean.
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Author:
Megan Blaney (
Online) - Published: December 15th, 2025 15:01
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Lovely culinary piece Megan!! Well done!
Thank you! I tried to get that he wasnt going to make it for supper, again. Did I get that across or is it too vague?
You got it across just wasn't sure why, late, death, divorce.
I am still working on it, i will try and make it more clear the reason
Culinary but more, why the clean plate? And for who? Well done
It is a work in progress, it is supposed to be a lover that doesnt come home. But I made it too vague I fear
Good write M. I can't have anything too spicy with my tum-tum. lol.
Aw that is a bummer. I love spicy food
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