An Ode

To my lovely wife's Fajitas.

In free verse.

O Fajitas,
Crafted by my lovely wife,
To her own recipe,
Possibly handed down from ancient lore,
Or an obscure relative,
(But probably not.)

So Delicious,
Dripping with its special mixture of spices,
Cayenne and Chili Pepper,
And others (this is an ode, not a recipe) --

So Aromatic,
Filling the kitchen with Fajita goodness,
As they are cooked in the frying-pan,
Onions and peppers lending their savory goodness
To the mix --

So Unexpected,
A delectable destiny for the chicken
Which has been thawing contentedly
Since she pulled it out this morning,
Which may have gone into tacos, or something else,
Which would have been good,
(But wouldn't have been Fajitas.)

Oh Fajitas,
The things we had for dinner tonight,
Filling my belly,
Fuelling my inspiration,
Populating my blog with Fajita goodness.

Mmmm, My Lovely Wife's Fajitas.