Culinary Art

Cooking is my hobby- it is the greatest pleasure of my life.

Besides, no weapon is as useful as a ladle or chopping knife,

I dream of cooking in my sleep, of cooking, when I awake,

I dream of rustling up a creamy mousse, or a flaky cake.

I bet a seasoned magician cannot perform a better trick,

As fantastic and mind-blowing, though I am, not as quick!!

 I am very sure of making your mouth thus abashedly dribble. You’ll agree with me as there’s no plausible reason to quibble!

 If you taste the Delicacies, your craving will grow and grow. 

 You’ll lick your lips and fingers too, still wanting more and more,

 By just adding a nondescript herb, or sprinkling a spices few,

 You can have an exotic Stroganoff, from an innocuous stew.

 It is difficult to comprehend the fine intricacies of cooking;

 How the Meat Balls become Patties is beyond reckoning,

 Steamed Momos and Dumplings are virtually the very same,

  A modest Biscuit and a Cookie are only different in name

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   As “through the stomach is the way to a man's fickle heart”,

  To win over my much-loved Man, cooking I had to start.

,  But my culinary expertise did not stand me in good stead,

   For Alas, my Man is no more—long since gone and dead!