his mother felt when they cut
him from her womb nor the pain he felt as
Brutus betrayed him.
I only thought of crisp Romaine squares exploding
in my mouth, tart Asiago dressing dribbled
over freshly-grated Parmesan and garlic
crusts, tangy lime
bursts in my mouth,
so perfect for morning
brunch with son, who
had a breakfast sandwich
of sausage and egg with cheese over
English muffin.
Eggs benedict, I said.
It really is eggs benedict dressed in its most casual clothes.
We agreed.
We sat in the Town Diner, Watertown's
most famous diner, that boasts the same
ceiling fans, leatherette benches and dishes since
1944, where you can listen to
Rock n' Roll and NPR,
and sit next to the guy who
owns the hardware store
or,
maybe, even, a local radio personality.
Yes, it was a lunch
fit for a Caesar.
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Miriam http://miriamfeder.com
Thank you, Janet.
Lovely poem. Smile.
John: I would say, Poor Caesar, but few have had so much named after him. Rolls, Kaisers, Operations, Food, Tsars and so on.
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Caesarean, Seizures, Tsar, Csar, Kaiser, Kaiser Rolls, Caesar Salad and Dressing.
" Marcus Antonius:
For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel.
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar lov'd him!
This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty
heart. . . .
Julius Caesar Act 3, scene 2, 181–186 "
Yes he/they left their mark.
Laree, I was just thinking of you.
Kimberly, thank you.
In the 80s, I ate mostly chef salads. Now, I still eat those but mostly Caesar. Often, a chicken caesar, but without chicken is filling enough.
I came by also to tell you that I promise I will read the story you sent me as soon as I can. I had to clean house yesterday for my son's birthday party today. We had a fun time.
I posted the pics if you want to see them.