The Art of Being In The Kitchen
In the library of my mind, I stand,
Knowing that I must make lunch.
On no more than hunch
I riffle through the freezer, fridge, bridging tastes.
Going through from A to Z, standing quietly I taste and test,
Investing time to form a meal that will fill.
Maybe I rotate a bit,
But really, I’ve not moved my butt.
A meal forming from within,
Splendid, or so-so, I have no way of knowing,
For like all good genies,
This one’s free to come, to go,
Its will an individual.
I may review a recipe,
Then alter strategy;
Start out with intention,
Ditch it on the kitchen bench –
End up cooking something new
(Something you might least expect)
Cooking at its very best!
This is just
A form of art
That all too quickly turns to fart,
The start of which
Is simply being in the kitchen.
The Art Of Being In The Kitchen 4.28.2015/re-helped 5.3.2022The Processes: Creative,Thinking, Meditative II;
Arlene Nover Corwin
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