WildChild: Far from a chef am I, unless burnt cuisine is your pleasure. Thanks for reading glad you liked it.
Hoot: Thank-you, it's funny how you can write something one way, yet not see all it has to offer till someone else reads it.
Andrew: What shall I do with you? You have me curious as to what your thinking here, it is a purely innocent food poem as far as I know. Care to enlighten me, as to your visions. Thanks for reading, and responding. You made me laugh once again by bringing in the grub.I guess I should be glad it was not a spider, or centipede, just a slimy, slithery grub.
Sometimes we have to follow a stronger voice, even if it's silent.