Recipes often are related to products of chemistry,
mixing spices and ingredients into a dish of insatiable desire.
Filtering all the scents and aromas into the essences of every-
thing cooked.
Leaving measurements to sift themselves measuring with my
eyes, knowing when I have enough to blend it all into a mixture
befitting royalty.
Spreading tables with places set in delicious circles, awaiting
appetites of all hungry family members.
Saying prayers and digging in with gusto.
Blessed thank you's given all around by everyone, appreciating
the meal fixed with love and sprinkled with prayers of God.
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