I am black coffee and red wine.
I am carrots and celery and sometimes Kalamata olives.
I am salad.
I am raw fish and smoked oysters.
I am chicken on the grill.
I am not coffee ice cream or red velvet cake.
I am not chocolate mousse or raspberry trifle.
I am so not crème brûlée.
Once in a while I am a piece of apple pie,
but not the kind with crumbs on top.