her homemade
salad dressing for about ten
years now.
here, she says,
take a sip of this,
i added something different.
she carefully carries
a spoon full
of the newly made salad
dressing
and puts it in my open mouth.
well,
she says.
i try not to wince, but
tears are coming out of my
eyes.
i swallow and smile.
boy that's something.
delightful, i tell her.
you've nailed it this time.
too much vinegar?
no, no.
perfect.
are you sure?
yes, dear. it's great.
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