My Cooking Exposure
My home cooking zest verily exposed me
to cornucopia’s functional essence
since we in the family were nourished
with blessings'* bounty…
Tasty delicacies sizzled with love
when as early in the morning, coffee brewing
would turn to sweet blends of fellowships.
My mother’s viand cooking lessons
taught me basics of right menu preparation
for “life-balance” said she… along reinforcing facts
of good ingredients' mixing, “stirred with kindness
in humane dealings,” she asserted…
midst wholesome relationships
toward meaningful bondings.
My Dad’s supper cooking pursuits
admonished me about broiling tests
as well as roasting trials
that would reveal integrity’s credibility
together with sautéing demands
toward faith drive-acceleration
against slothfulness and fruitlessness.
Thus, my spirit delighted in every cooking quest
with my siblings and parents, while joyously
we would produce our assigned “specialty”
flavored as valued signature recipes
worthy to savor during dining moments
upon simmering conversation-bliss
of bubbling gratefulness to God and steaming triumph-praise.
*Deuteronomy 28:2 And all these blessings shall come on thee, and overtake thee, if thou shalt hearken unto the voice of the LORD thy God.
August 1, 2019
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2019
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