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