Chef's SpecialA Poem by S. L. GanierA poem about the Chef's Special.S. L. Ganier Chef's Special
Moonlight hits the cold tiled floor and I follow it into the kitchen where I can see the blur of what appears to be the number four. I decide to do what I do when suddenly I stumble upon A mixture of words and phrases that come together to form what appears to be a table of ingredients. What type of recipe this is, I don’t know. It urges me to scramble through the pages as if I am sure to find something so intriguing as to have me build this mysterious concoction. But I have never cooked before in my life. What if I screw up? What if I put all of this together for nothing? What if it turns into a huge mess that I will not be able to clean? Surely, I’d be in trouble. But the recipe is so vague that my curiosity holds my attention upon the pages and as mesmerizing as a spiral; I decide to be brave. The first thing I do is study the pages. As I study these words, all scribbled down in quick scratches and large spacing I discover that perhaps I have seen them before. It appears that I have written these words with the handwriting that has been considered so sloppy only I could read. I must have written these ingredients in a hurry. I see little vague phrases that I memorize from long ago. I study the ingredients long enough to know that this recipe holds the key to a single breakfast meal… for two. I remember now that the meal should not taste very good. I remember it was supposed to make half for me and half for… I can see the moon is creeping down. Once again, from deep inside, my curiosity takes wind and unsurely, I begin. © 2008 S. L. Ganier |
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Added on April 4, 2008 AuthorS. L. GanierRiverside, CAAboutI enjoy writing more than I enjoy most of the other activities that I participate in. Between work and school there's not much time... but I still find it somehow. I enjoy reading other people's works.. more..Writing
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