Elsie Jenkins made meals folks exalted,
On this talent she never was faulted.
Still her husband was prone,
Her pride to dethrone,
For he never would taste till he’d salted.
On this talent she never was faulted.
Still her husband was prone,
Her pride to dethrone,
For he never would taste till he’d salted.
Or never would taste the fabulous roasted potatoes his wife made without slathering them with ketchup and mustard!
Ahem…that’s a thing at our house. Clearly it doesn’t bother me.