I'm making a cookbook Pasting, writing, grappling To cram every bit of space With succulent chicken biryani Crisp curries, spicy sauces Honeyed desserts and sugared snapshots' Of moments that cooking will create.
Slice, saut', stir Chop, blend and boil Fry, grind or puree. Mixing and marinating With a ladle full of laughter A generous helping of love.
I dream of little piles of spices Color of autumn leaves Ripe red, mustard yellow Mud browns and mild greens. Tasting all the while The flavors they'll add to a meal.
Simmering in the soup Will be last night's squabble Baking with brownies' Hugs to warm the heart Sizzling with sunny-side-ups Smiling memories of a delicious night.
Moments as piquant as peppercorns Mixed in any meal and ladled onto a palette' Textures that'll dance on taste buds And flavors that'll brew in my cookbook.
