The Chef of My Heart

The early morning sunrise jam toast, scrambled eggs and ham, a cup of coffee darkest brew at the table just me and you. News and static on the television screen a glass of orange juice glance the blue sky scene greetings for the brilliant light of day as the hours of our years begin to slip away. A brief lunch just passed noon a bowl of soup and sandwich hewn of BLT with mayo spread as we wait upon the evening ahead. Just another dinner early in the evening perceived as pots and pans and dinner plates retrieve the snacks and treats at the approach of night super smells and tasty delights. So glad you cook and prep the meals my lack of expertise is surreal and with every bite, I partake in sweet or tart you are the chef, the cooker of my heart. Cornucopia Cooking Contest 7/22/19 Chantelle Anne Cooke