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“My Deepest Passion”,  is just three cuisines away
For over forty years, cooking in a restaurant, my forte
I can do an “Ice Carving” of a swan landing in a lake
I can start from scratch and build a five tier Wedding Cake

I’ve used exotic spices, from a hundred different lands
Pick fresh produce from a garden, I’ve never opened cans
I have Saffron flown in from India at $180 a gram
Escargots from Niece, France; where I also order lamb

With whisk in hand; a frying pan, a little wine and roux
I don’t believe there’s a creamy sauce; I don’t know how to do
I love to teach my students the beauty of Culinary Artistry
At Graduation they start their careers and take a part of me

Three cuisines, to master, to become a “Black Hat Chef”
But ill health is telling me I don’t have a lot of time left
From a short order cook to a teacher of the Culinary Art
I Live my dream, a dream that is deep within my  HEART

As Executive Chef of a five star resort for the past eleven years
“My Deepest Passion” has kept me going as my retirement nears
Three more cuisines and I become “Black Hat Chef” number eight
The third in the U.S.A. a life long dream come true; if that should be my Fate

Inspired by Amy Green’s Contest “ My Deepest Passion “
Dedicated to my number One Student  Kenny Potter my Protege

Aspire

Never do i get anytime
what i always aspire
my fate has seemed to be
turned into a great liar ......
                    
               was it really my fault
               to think about so high 
               that even my fortune
               was forced to utter a lie
 
but no i didn't dream so much 
that i couldn't have fulfilled
It wasn't a burdenon me
but i couldn't achieve it still
 
              I have always been told
              to dream higher and higher
              but how can I do so
              when idon't get what I aspire
 
I aspire many things
but rarely do Iget them
with misfortune following me
towards my mayhem
 
              My bad luck is always bad
              and my good luck is never good
              what can Ido in such a case
              when i tried whatever i could
 
Every time after a failure
I decide never to aspire again
but my adamant heart
never understands and still tries to aspire

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