Cooking Lesson
COOKING LESSON
All kids love their mother’s food -
In the world no taste is finer.
My mum’s cooking wasn’t good -
Basic food for a minor diner.
Her dumpling-soup had no appeal,
Meat was burnt, vegetables tough.
If smooth short pastry is ideal
Her pastry then was long and rough.
I’ve often had elegant food at Maxime’s
And sometimes in London’s splendour, the Ritz.
They offer choux pastry and bream in soft cream
Or venison rare as my status befits.
But at home in the dining room when I can choose
I still love the tough little burnt scraps as chews.
Judge not mother’s food by the tasting thereof ;
The pleasure is saturated there in her love .
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