Cooking Up A Storm © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Armed with ancient recipes,
and with Grandma's rolling pin;
Mind and heart at utter ease,
Calling powers deep within.

I'm cooking up a storm tonight,
I shall simmer, broil and bake;
To reach a gastronomic height,
that ends up in a coffee cake.

I shall saute and blend and beat,
I shall cream, caramelise;
I shall flambe, up the heat,
I shall blanche and chop and dice.

And finally when the table's set, with heirloom silverware,
I shall smile and watch my family, from my rocking chair.
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