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