My father is demonstrating
the fine art of constructing
a caviar blini.
Silently proffering
Grill the blini.
Soft and warm
Golden, pocked
"Another?"
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."
Finally,
a dash of pepper
Finely ground
Satisfied.
Satisfied.