Scran. Grub. Mess.

Nosh. Chow. Munch.Scran is fast.

Choke it down. Gobble it up. Gorge yourself.Under the table, grasping at Gram’s crumbs,

Do you remember when you loved that stuff? Second servings without shame?

and “did you know you can squeeze an egg without breaking it?”

Can you capture memories like strawberry preserves? Or do they spoil in the ice box?

Can you photograph feast? Does a sandwich have staccato?

Can you alliterate American pie? What is the language of the larder? Wash your hands and set the table with a pen and paper.We know you want cheesy chips

No, you need them.

You’re stopped in your tracks. You know that smell-

It’s one of the trillion the human nose can detect.

Give us your famous midnight recipe, stained and smudged. 

Tell us your secret ingredient,

We’re hungry.