The stylish kitchen was where the chicken had to be prepared and couldn't be spared by the good old chef who was known as Jeff on that fateful day with the baking tray placed in the oven heated to govern the cooking of which was a dinner pitch for that very night with the stars so bright in the sky above everyone would love who were invited and be delighted on that occasion without persuasion to share in some feast not saying the least that could've been said if it was just bread with a bowl of stew for some hungry crew.
And so it happened they were all fattened by the food they ate as they supped 'till late and when the time came the guests couldn't blame the chef or the host for the chicken roast and the side dishes which pleased the wishes of all the guests there who enjoyed the fare with many a thanks without any blanks and there it ended the night presented.
All the guests who came did not leave the same because of the food eaten that was good. -------------------
Written in May,2022. Indulging in a bit of creative flair rather than any actual dinner occasion although it does make me hungry about what I might have missed out on..
Be always be... Someone with a childish tongue pronouncing light- Blue diamond words With courage and zeal In the daylight and the night In the sunshine and night shade No matter how much Hard the bone is to break
Her cracked old hands from years of work Chop away at these vegetables for a delicious soup On the granite counter tops The cream colored kitchen turning as safe as her warm hugs Into this safe haven, an escape from boredom “I'm gonna miss this” “What do you mean it's almost done” -kenzie<3
My kitchen is yellow Ugly and faded My kitchen is where Late at night I traded Crumbs with a monster A tiny little thing That grows and grows With growls and grumblings She does not like the yellow And neither say do I Sometimes the hideous color Makes her want to cry So I placate her with cookies Brownies and more But my little monster Throws tantrums on the floor No amount of Nutella Can get her off her knees For my little monster Has a minds disease And I’m too busy fighting That I can not see The empty cartons of ice cream Will bring her no true ease
Pan dulce se sienta en un plato de pastelería en mi cocina Rara vez tocado, pero siempre admirado Fresco y colorido y lleno de variedad. Los panes delicados quedan sin comer Todavía los compro como recordatorio de Mi familia en otra tierra a un mundo de distancia Parece más cercano cuando estoy rodeado por el sabor, los olores y las texturas de la casa de mi padre biológico. Mi Familia Mi casa en Mexico
English version Pan dulce sits on a pastry plate in my kitchen Rarely touched, but always admired Fresh and colorful and full of variety The delicate loaves go uneaten I still buy them as a reminder of My family in another land a world away It seems closer when I'm surrounded by the taste and smells and textures of my birth father's home Mi Familia Mi casa en Mexico