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

(A lesson where eyeglasses have a purpose in this humorous tale.)

Rib Eye and the Rabbi

Before dinner, my humor was already bubbling over with company. My hungry belly grumbled in its own defense, wanting to know, “What are you cooking us, dear, for supper?”

 “Rabbi Steak,” he said confidently. “I’m seasoning it up before I put it on the grill.”

I looked at the package; it said ribeye steak. I said to him, “Since when are ribeye steaks called, Rabbis?” I burst out laughing with tears in my eyes at my serious grille mate husband. Reminding him Rabbis are religious men of the cloth, not meant for the grill seasoned and eaten for a dinner meal! 

Loudly grumbling and upset, replied, “What is this, a spelling test? Here you read the package again. That package says Rabbi Steak!”

I looked it over real, well. No, Rabbi was anywhere on the package. I laughed so hard that I lost my balance and almost fell to the ground right near his side.

“Sweetheart, may I suggest next time, get your glasses to read what you’re cooking. Rabbis are not ribeyes. There’s no such creature on Earth!”

I went and got his glasses, and he finally read the package more carefully. Noticing the letters were close and but not the same; then he started laughing hysterically with me about his mistake.

We both enjoyed our dinner of ribeye (not rabbi) steak that he had made. And it was delicious!

Author Notes: This is a true story that happened with my husband and I at our back yard party.