The kitchen is a place of joy and creation,
The collection of ingredients sparks my imagination.
To see what dishes I can conjure with flair,
To fuel my creativity, passion, and care.
As the seasoning marinates softly into the food,
The sweet aromas try to intrude.
In the pit of my stomach, the rumbling hums a tune,
While my eyes wander around, drawn by the moon.
I distract myself with the harmony of pots and pans,
The whirring breeze and the hum of the fan.
As the heat from my excitement fills the air,
It’s time to get my cook on, with plenty to share.
The click of the gas, the sizzle of oil,
The sound of bubbles as the water begins to boil.
In go the peppers, vibrant and sweet,
Small but mighty, to accompany the meatt.
The fragrance surrounds the air respectfully,
As I assemble this soulful dish carefully.
My heart and soul, presented perfectly, on the plate,
For I cooked with love, now the verdict awaits…
