Justina's Writing Corner

A symphony of scents, a culinary dance,

Fried rice wafts its fragrance, a savory trance.

The rhythmic chorus of slicing beef,

Awakens my senses, ignites belief.

In this kitchen theater, my chef so dear,

Despite culinary hiccups, I hold near.

He, my culinary magician, with a loving touch,

Crafting meals, a labor of love and such.

A forgetful sprinkle, a missing salt shake,

Yet, in his efforts, a devotion that won’t break.

For every flaw, a charm of its own,

In the heart of the kitchen, his passion is sown.

A medley of shrimp, a blend of perfection,

In the face of challenges, a resilient connection.

As my dearest dad, a culinary guide,

Stands before the stove with unwavering pride.

For in that moment, fear takes flight,

In the presence of my dad, a culinary light.

A foodie’s journey, a tale well-spun,

With flavors and memories, forever spun.

It’s not merely about the feast on the plate,

But the love in each bite, a cherished fate.

A culinary adventure, a familial thread,

In every dish, a story, beautifully spread.