dinner adventure

I feel a little queasy
I tell her, as she spoons
another helping
of Indian food into my dish.
rice and what not. buffalo?
this goat
might be undercooked, i
say politely,
taking a fork
to break the crust of skin
from the pink white
meat.
oh no, she says.
that's the way to cook it.
eat up. there's more
in the kitchen.
have you tried the kale, she says,
reaching across
the table
with the bowl of a green sea weed
looking vegetable.
I boiled, baked and stir
fired it,
after about thirty chews,
it should go
down.