Defrost it first, relax
It's too frozen, nothing will sink in yet
I could never cook this kind of thing
Salt, pepper, lemon, onion, garlic...
Why is this so important to me?
Leave it overnight, soaking in spice
Warm up the oven, everything takes time
Do not think about the cooking shows...
Ingredients don't come precut and measured
Dishes don\t leave the oven perfectly plated
It's okay that you just dropped the celery, twice
And spilled the marinade
All over your over-sized pajamas
Check to see if it's cooking well
Baste it regularly
Spilled it again, relax...
Why is the kitchen so full of smoke?
And there goes the fire alarm.
It's okay, you destroyed the alarm
All the windows are open
The roast is fine, hopefully
You\'re not on television
You don\'t have ratings or advertisers
Just gravy running down cotton pajamas,
More vegetables on the floor than in the pan
And a bunch of great friends
Laughing and coughing right along with you
In your little smoke filled kitchen
Praying to god almighty you order a pizza
Watching the reality show
Of overnight dreams
A heightened version of life
That I embarrassingly am moved by
Tears and anxiety well up
As memories of the past
Inflate a profound sense of loss
And a surprising amount of anger
The contestants sing and dance
The country votes, careers are made with toothy smiles
Tears fall effortlessly, hairdos expand exponentially
I don't remember feeling so afraid
To let go of a dream is a terrible thing
To look back and realize
You never came close to your goals
No more wasting time
Until, of course, next week
When more dreams will be eliminated
While someone else gets closer
To a reality that is anything
And other votes
Seem not to matter as much
Bacon & Merlot
He bustles about
Arranging steaming cups of thick coffee
Flickering candles, and glasses of dark wine
Stacks of bound paper are piled impressively and promisingly high
The wine is tempting, maybe after the shot is taken
Cheap light bulb isn't bright enough
Will this even work?
The website is too naked, it needs pictures
The strong coffee he just drank is making him anxious
Is it the coffee? He wonders
Only had two eggs and two small strips of bacon for breakfast,
Eight hours ago.
The flash is too bright, everything looks too fixed
So many pages to edit
When did those dark circles get there?
A year ago? Two?
Golden one dollar coins thrown deliberately across the table, just props.
He hasn't even earned that much, he realizes, laughing
He grabs the wine glass, the dark Merlot is flirtatious and promising. Not yet.
He pours it carefully back into the glass bottle,
Turns down the flash, stands on the chair, and takes another shot
He doesn't feel old, yet youth no longer radiates from him
It suits him
In eight hours he'll have finished the photos and printed several more copies
Of his abundant manuscript
He\'ll fall asleep in his white collared shirt
Fulfilled, and happy with his work
Two glasses of red wine cradle him subtly to sleep
Until the next cool, crisp morning
When he decidedly scrambles three eggs
And prepares four strips of crispy bacon
Before carrying his thick, heavy packages to the post office
Leaving his gleaming pile of one dollar coins
Forgotten on his cluttered desk at home
Two years later
He proudly stares at several copies of his popular novel
Displayed prominently on the store's polished shelves
He takes a sip from his espresso
Still humming along
Wishing he had made more for breakfast
Bio: Miguel Lopez de Leon is a writer living happily in Los Angeles. Miguel is currently working on 'The Hillside Chronicles',an exciting fantasy-adventure series. To see more of Miguel's work, as well as Book One of the series,'The Hillside Chronicles: Peter Huddleston & The Rites of Passage', go to www.miguellopezdeleon.com
'Pot Roast' reveals a futile, but good hearted attempt to cook more than just boxed macaroni & cheese.
'Sunday Nights' explores the nature of a reality series.
'Bacon & Merlot' is a glimpse into the hopeful, exhausting life of a writer who is constantly hungry for everything life has to offer...especially bacon.