Cooking and Poetry. Flavours of the Soul (A Sonnet)

We are so diverse and capable of anything.
However;
If you could pick a flavour to describe you,
What would it be?

Fortunes steam in this mystic kitchenette
Come and stir, and let its cauldron divine
Sweet with joy, oh what pastries you’ll create!
Or terse with truth, the tonics you’ll consign.

You might be spicy; hot and thrilling
Close your eyes, pinky-ponk your recipe
Maybe you are salad, fresh and enriching
Or just plain old you, free as a hippie

Chicken is where the heart often resides
Will you have it dry; grilled or stirfry,
Ready to work with any kind of side,
Or saucy and reserved, yet filled with surprise

Oh mystic kitchenette! Tell me who I am
What flavour brings my soul; peace and calm

I’m sooo craving this Korean spread.

Too sweet to stomach? A little lime will do.

Too sour and terse? Then sweet red wine for two.

If you fear my green is raw, vinegar will take away the worry.

If I come too hot and spicy, then squeeze some lemon on that curry.

Discovering oneself takes a lifetime.

But life is what happens in between.

© judeitakali

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We all know cooking and feasting is a huge part of the festive season.

I couldn’t do it all justice, with only one recipe, so I decided to think a little out of the box, with this Cooking and Poetry post.

Hope you enjoy.

Let me know what thoughts it incites.

I’m here throughout this Christmas week, so I won’t wish you a merry Christmas just yet.

For now, Stay safe, and stay loving.

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