Burned but tasty

A picture comes in your mind


Of something fine to eat today


It should be good, it should be sweet


As for the rest you do not care




You open your pantry and find what fits the job


Something you already know that works


As for the size and measurement


It is played by tune and not by score




The kitchen gets messy as you do as well


Moving, mixing and working with what is there


Until it seems you have it right


For the occasion at hand




You light up the oven


And you stick it up inside


Time is of no importance


As what is unknown requires diligence and care




Any tune requires a good ear


You keep a good eye on it


As well as an alert nose


Just in case something goes wrong




A little burned it comes out


But the smell is nevertheless intriguing


Hoping that the flavor will be nice


A test done by yourself




A knife to cut a piece


A slice that fits in your mouth


A bite followed by another


As for the flavor... Divine




Knowing that it came out by your own device


A creation unique and special


Some you can call yours





To do again and again