Dozen day poetry prompt: Bon appetit!

Write about what you ate for breakfast—or what you  hope you’ll eat.

So many flavors for this.

What do you remember from the first time you ate this. Where do its tastes take you?

What it’s made of–and where those ingredients came from.

The field. The store. The preparation.

The anticipation.

Enjoy!

*** Poem fom day 12 (up about a day–and then “poof”, it will be gone) ***

poof

(This poem featured blueberries, and it managed to go to Maine and to Greece.)