In the beginning I was his sous chef
gathering the thyme, garlic, scallions, peppercorns,
parsley, shiitake,carrots, his Henkel knife, extra
virgin olive oil, colander, skillet, and Dutch oven.
After the chop, chop, chop, dice, slice, mince, pinch,
sizzle of sautéing meat,simmer, taste, test; my job was to cinch
the cleanup, soak his tools in suds, scour, rinse, dry.
He did the dance as I watched and felt the aroma penetrate my pores.
Later I joined in, as he did the chop, chop, chop,
dice, slice, mince with his Henkel dancing smoothly across
the cutting board as I learned to sauté, stir, taste, simmer, pinch
herbs to create the culinary magic he had taught.
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This is wonderful! Love the rhythm of it and the repetition. Can picture the knife dancing, hear the sizzle, and smell the yummy food.
All the senses.
This is beautiful!
And such a great metaphor
unspoken and everpresnt in this.
Great title.
Fun bouncing along with your words. I love the smell of fresh herbs as they’re being chopped. It was as if I could smell the cilantro from here!
And the references to dancing, drawing in the storyline
I can see the joy in your dance together. Very, very nice, Linda!