cooking
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To make happiness soup you need a pot seasoned with care,
And begin with a quart of smiles, now you're ready to prepare.
To start add a cup of hope and a dash of confidence,
I found a flower on the ground today. It was purple- an artist would go as far as to call it lilacand I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
Taking a day's anxiety
and turning it into a burning desire
by walking into a kitchen
and make a flambe with fire.
Turning a day of self doubt
into an impeccible entree,
You were a terrible friend. Words really cannot express how unpleasant it was to be friends with you.
It is time to begin my day
the sun is out and says "Hooray!"
I drag myself out of bed
I yawn and scratch my head.
Then I can hear the oven humming
and down the stairs I come running.
To create something from nothing,
Is a skill that I hold,
A master chef I will be,
Or so I am told,
If I were to be left with nothing,
I would not want to forget,
My extreme love for cooking,
Cooking everyday
Food made with heart
And filled with love
Here I am
With my knife
Slicing with ease
Dicing, mincing, with my blade singing
Making beautiful works of art
So delicate
it's your long, gray braid that i love the most.
a wisp of wisdom cascading down your back,
never tangled, whispers hymns through all the madness.
crumbs of noodles and rice spill from it while you walk,
Cooking poetry and the words bubble over like soup
frothy broth sweeping the sides of the pot
It all begun as soon as I walked into that place,
Many standing beside me, I certainly was not just another lonely face.
I turned and looked around, noticing my heart beating out of my chest,
The soul rings and shakes in joy everytime,
Intitates the keys that plays on the organ,
Not noise, but sounds of praise,
Great is the grace you have given this life that is not my own,
One day
I will be that
A chef
One day
I'll make it
Big
One day
I'll go to culinay school
One day
I'll get my degree
All it takes is one
One day
Sift materialistic desires (just like Mom said)Crack open sense of satisfaction (probably out of boredom)Mix with free flowing ambitions (but try not to make a mess)
First, bring up the sun. Let it stand for two to three hours before moving on. Once your earth is thoroughly warmed, Go ahead and grow some grass, paying extra attention to its' color and softness.
melting his favorite hershey kiss chocolate
on top of the radiator
he was "cooking" as per say
he ironed his favorite angry bird t-shirt
at the age of eight
iron burns on his wrist and hand
scars, scars
