My kitchens tale last night
Steam rises from the pot,
inviting you to stay a while.
Chopping sounds fill the air,
creating a rhythm of preparation.
Spices sit in their jars,
each one holding a story waiting to be told.
Wooden spoons lean against the counter,
their handles...
inviting you to stay a while.
Chopping sounds fill the air,
creating a rhythm of preparation.
Spices sit in their jars,
each one holding a story waiting to be told.
Wooden spoons lean against the counter,
their handles...