I hum pure joy as I watch my beans,
Bathe in palm oil simmer
Under transparent cling film.
I tenderly unwrap the film and enjoy
Crayfish flavour diffuse into the atmosphere.
A flavour so magnificent it erases the memory of what effort I put to
Mixing and mashing,
Dicing and chopping
All manner of ingredients.
And no, the onions don’t make you cry
They merely cleanse your eyes
To see the joy you’ve been missing.
And you come to this knowing
When you finally taste your delicious crayfish flavoured beans.
Watching potatoes align themselves
as you chop them up for French fries,
Taking in the aroma,
as you spritz salt and curry over them cream soldiers
Is one of the finest moments of everyday living,
Alongside marinating and grilling your poultry accompaniment,
With soy sauce and barbeque spice always winning,
Leaving you crunching the bone
And sucking the marrow, itching take in more flavour.
The next time you need to cook,
Even after a long day’s hard work,
Don’t grumble tiredly
I don’t wax lyrical merely when I cook,
I wax lyrical when I eat.
Your senses come alive,
And you thoroughly apprehend
How each flavour entangles with another and they make a dance in your mouth
You can taste how fibre mixes with tuber
And slides down your throat, giving you ultimate satisfaction.