Ode To Argo

August 14, 2009 by Rieshy

Ode to Argo, My Newest Love

For years that yellow cardboard box sat lonely and forgotten.

The crinkly wax paper disturbed only for

Thanksgiving gravy, Christmas pies, or Easter custard.

A crinkly poof of messy white powder, and wipe down the counter again.

Now that yellow brand commands an entire shelf, never to be lonely or out-of-date again. Its new packaging, fat and stout, is stacked in rows two by two by two, colors clashing, labels forward.

A whoosh of tamper-proof seal, poof of messy white powder, and wipe down the counter again.

Kitchen's darkened, house is calm. Pull out that yellow brand, a measuring spoon, two sippy cups, and the coldest of milk. Two captured and pajama'd boys wrinkle their noses as they drink before bed.

Then back to the kitchen to find, poof of messy white powder, and wipe down the counter again.

For the uninitiated; raw corn starch is a slow release carbohydrate. If Jack couldn't or wouldn't drink 1/3 cup of raw cornstarch mixed with 8 oz of milk each night before bed he would have to be on a feeding tube attached to a pump inserted through his belly during the night. Luckily Samuel doesn't require such a large dosage.

Try drinking corn starch. I can't do it.