culinary
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Taking a day's anxiety
and turning it into a burning desire
by walking into a kitchen
and make a flambe with fire.
Turning a day of self doubt
into an impeccible entree,
To create something from nothing,
Is a skill that I hold,
A master chef I will be,
Or so I am told,
If I were to be left with nothing,
I would not want to forget,
My extreme love for cooking,
Feeling the flames on the side of my face;
Smiling, laughing in this bustling space.
I have found where I belong-
All hopes are high. Nothing can go wrong.
My arm burns from whipping. The eggs froth and foam,
I want to prepare entrées
from the extravagent porc à la poire,
to the simple pâtes avec pain à l'ail;
to see your expression
when you take that that first bite
One day
I will be that
A chef
One day
I'll make it
Big
One day
I'll go to culinay school
One day
I'll get my degree
All it takes is one
One day
School Lunch
School Lunch to some kids is they only meal for the day
Schools decide to make people pay for school lunch event hough it should be free.
To become famous is a dream of mine, I've told myself that a couple of times.
Being known, Traveling the world, Or to be looked down upon with plenty of stares?
Smooth, wood shelf, open and close
Silver, shiny curves, empty dome
White powder, packs and flies
Pure crystals, numerous and fine
Pale yellow, takes a new form
Flowing liquid, slowly pour
