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 chocolate cake. I bet a seasoned magician cannot perform a better trick, As fantastic and mind-blowing, though I admit, not as quick! I’m very confident of making your mouth abashedly dribble-- You’ll agree I’m sure----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. As “through the stomach is the way to a man’s 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!