The kitchen is a workshop of a different kind,
With its own arsenal of craftsmen’s tools,
Knife and stove,
Whisk and cutting board,
It’s a form of alchemy,
Culinary magic,
If cast by a maestro,
An ambrosia made at home,
Via a process in artful motion,
The scents play a symphony in the air,
Following a conductor of a culinary edge,
From the humble ingredients,
Bland and squatting in the pantry,
To dishes worthy of an empress,
Regal and flawless in execution,
Euphoria for ones tongue.
WorldofHarley 
Absolutely faultless writing! Bravo
Surely you jest! Thank you so much! ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin
No, I do not jest about the gift of writing.
You are too kind my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin
Always a pleasure 👍