Poem: When I Speak of Altering A Recipe, You Scowl

When I Speak of Altering A Recipe, You Scowl

I tell you that I am 
adding a bit of this, replacing that
with some other thing,
you look down to hide the glare,
shrug your disdain,
but tonight, you decided
to copy that sauce I made last week
that we all enjoyed so much.
I sent the recipe, but you know:
I tasted, adjusted, modified to taste.
It is far too salty.  Everyone, even you
know it is too salty.

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