Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

My True Story of the Rib Eye Steak and the Rabbi

As my humor reigned before dinner, my laughter was immense. My hungry belly grumbled in its own defense, asking, “What are you cooking us, dear, for supper?”

“Rabbi Steak, I’m just fixing it up before I put it on the grill.”

“Since when are ribeye steaks called Rabbis’?” I questioned, laughing with tears in my eyes at my serious mate. Rabbis are not meat to eat. Rabbis are religious men of the cloth, not a dinner meal!

My husband, upset, replied, “What is this, a perfect reading quiz? Here you read the package. That’s what the package says!”

Looking at the package. I looked it over real well, no Rabbi wasn’t anywhere on it. I laughed so hard that I lost my balance and almost fell to the ground. “May I suggest, next time, dear, get your glasses to read what you’re cooking, as Rabbis are not rib eyes. There’s no such breed of animal on Earth!”

When my husband got his glasses and finally read the package, he started laughing with me about his mistake. We both enjoyed our dinner of ribeye steak that he had made. And it was delicious!