My Trip Seasonings
My hands are but extensions to my brain
Where i prepare my food
Seasoned with trip spices and oh..sweat..(LOL)
Dramas are made by onions
As tears flow down to my nose and mouth
And see my detractors yelling at me
And yes, seasoned by anchovies and other shrimp and fish
Ginger are but vexations to the soul
Where one touches base and find its center
Leading me on to my weakened state
Of womanhood and finds strength in my mate..Aha!
Olives, basil leaves, raisins
Are reserved to more foreign tongues
As i vowed to myself
To stick to the basics, aside from salt, pepper and sugar
As mandatory elements
To keep the fire from burning
These are as i say 'haven'
To my neophyte taste buds
Other wise. i would salivate
Like a hungry dog over a bone
With or without my trip seasoning
Last but not the least
I prefer eggs as binder
Without which as in some cases
Renders your work done
Note: On my attempt to be a nice cook in the kitchen..He he
thanks for any wild reactions and comment
There is a lot of fun and alot of meanings too in this write. I can see a new ' sweetie ' Meggie is emerging.......10/10. Best Wishes Naseer
Delightful read. I enjoyed every stanza. Take care. 10 for you. Love, SandraX
i must say you've whetted my appetite with this...although I have no idea what it is you're cooking! :)
Life's journey would indeed be a bland affair without a bit of salt and pepper to liven it up. This is a delightful romp into the culinary delights of life and its excesses. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
I love this side of you I have not seen before. Great descriptions of food and it is fun and happy and wonderful and makes me feel like doing some cooking! Great poem Meggie 10 from me
Amazing for you have attempted to do something new from your kitchen, and put into writings..........great poem...Thanks 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amusing and imaginative on your part.