Grits boiled and stirred to a perfect consistency
Not too thick, yet thicker than runny
Just waiting for some butter

Diced potatoes seasoned with salt and pepper 
And other secret spices
Succulently sautéed and simmered in a light oil

Freshly cut white mushrooms,
red tomatoes, and yellow onions,
ready to be omelet-ized
with some cheddar and mozzarella cheese

The scent of sliced mango and pineapple 
Sweetly wafts through the air
Giving a teasing interruption of tropical tastes

The aroma of warm French bread
tempts me towards its Crackly crust and soft insides

I sip a cool, tall glass of O.J.

	…My stomach growls

Instead of eating, I’m writing this poem
Wondering why you’re two hours late
For our brunch date

	…Damn, the grits done got thick!