My father is demonstrating
the fine art of constructing
a caviar blini

Silently proffering

Grill the blini.
Soft and warm
Golden, pocked


A wildly heaped teaspoon
of cool white sour cream
Pile on black caviar

"And now I know you want another one.
Because that's how life is."

A twist of lemon
deftly removing an errant pip
with the end of the caviar spoon

"You don't really want another one,
but you could manage one."

a dash of pepper
Finely ground