Recipe

By John Blase | December 22, 2012 |

You’d think the Christ-child would’ve been born with

six fingers on one hand or an extra ear or three eyes,

some side-show ornament to display the difficulty of

jimmying all that god in the human window. But by

all accounts he wasn’t a freak; in fact, the old ones

say he blended in, folded into the dough of mankind

like blueberries in batter. He came to spice things up

but not by overpowering. The incarnation was subtle,

resting easy on our palate with just a hint of bitter.