Legumes, and Cat Appreciation

First of all, thank you for the kitty compliments. You're so right: they are quite good-looking! I told them they were famous but got no response. No response, but also - thankfully - no hairball.

Today is a crazy day at the museum. I am channeling that half of the Wonder Twins who always assumes the form of something made of water. I am going to be a hurricane. A very organized hurricane of gale-force accomplishment. Do not get in my way. I will organize you. Activate!

So to keep you distracted while I'm off organizing the Eastern seaboard, I give you a little poem I wrote last year when my sister and I got into a lively discussion of exactly how to pronounce the word 'legumes.' (The title MIGHT indicate where I stand on that issue. And believe me. It IS an issue.)

Leg-yooms

We eat them –
every day –
without saying their name.

That rare and sincere bean,
full of protein
unpolluted, clean.

Be not afraid.
It’s not a magic bean,
fated to surprise you
by fulfilling your wishes.

It’s just a bean.
Say it with me:
“Leg-yooms.”

A mouthful of
language and food,
best served with corn bread.

Leg-yooms.