Two haiku about: ratings.
I was told by Kat's parents that the apples we're picking are rated into three categories by the packinghouse they sell to. The ones they consider unsaleable are 'culls', the good ones are 'fancy', and the best are deemed 'extra fancy'.
I found this both hilarious and strange.
My mother's cooking
is rated tops by critics
inside my stomach.
* * *
And coming in last,
by a very large margin,is: Chef Lee Prosy