In a dream I held out a plate to take
A slice of the very most fanciful cake
Ever. Little beads of sugar ran round and round,
Colored or gilt. The top was a mound
Of icing and candies. "Vanilla?" I said,
Taking a bite. "Why--it's just cold cornbread!"
I went to the kitchen, and there I made
A salad of fresh fruit in circles arrayed:
Green grapes and tangerine, strawberry slices,
June apple, banana, and raspberries; spices
Not needed, just a few squeezes of lemon
And sprinkle of sugar to please all the women
Expected for luncheon. And please them it did.
It pleased my palate, too. Only one dear old kid
Wanted no fruit but cookies just out of a box.
This was good; it left just enough. Fruit salad rocks.
None of it was left over. I thought I could eat
The whole thing by myself, but I'm glad, now, they beat
Me to that salad's finish. Some food treats are best
Enjoyed when there's just enough for all the rest
And those six perfect bites give delight that's unique,
Not compared with the leftovers eaten all week.
That way memories of the best dessert you ever made
Stay piquant and prefect, and never do fade.
Photo from Google, where it's credited to Natasha's Kitchen. Google has dozens of photos of fruit salads that aren't mine...enough to inspire any cook, whatever may be in the kitchen. Any good fresh unsprayed fruits, alone or together, are likely to become a great, memorable summer dessert.
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