No life metaphor here. It really is about gravy.
When we lived in Guatemala we would occasionally splurge on a can of Campbell’s gravy from the expensive expat store. We would wrap it up like a little present for our sixteen year old. She would explode in an over the top dance ot happiness and pure joy.
We heard rumors that gravy can be made from scratch in a pan with some fat and flour. What a crazy urban legend.
While I’m tempted to spin this little ditty as, “We learned how to appreciate the small things in life while living in a
developing country.” But that’s not the root of this particular situation. Instead, I’ll leave it to this little Haiku to reveal the (half) Japanese truth, as only a Haiku can:
Mom set the food bar so low,
A can of gravy
Feels like Christmas came early.
