Chef in meA Poem by Shimae ParksI am a Chef I may not have a coat that says "Chef" but I am a Chef I think about all the things I've done so yes I am a Chef! people look at me and say You can cook? and I smile and node my head as though I have been doing it since before I was born but that would be a lie because I only just begun But yes I am a Chef! I secretly make recipes I secretly have a sous chef his name is my husband he chops and dices and does it quit nicely and I make chicken look like fine dinning Where is my sage ? Where is my cumin? over there behind the salt he laughs at me I laugh at him we both reach for the same item I sprinkle black pepper he sprinkles white pepper Yuck!!! to much, to much I have the solution! More Sauce! there isn't a time that I am not creating I'm creating now Just typing Just writing what to make for dinner to night he says my chicken is done I say check the thermometer !! he checks and says your right and I say yes, yes I am right and he's starts to laugh and says because you're the Chef the women in me would say I'm glade you finally got it down packed but the Chef in me says dear your right about that then tell him dear I wouldn't have done it without my sous chef!
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2 Reviews Added on June 10, 2014 Last Updated on June 10, 2014 AuthorShimae ParksLas Vegas , NVAboutAbout a year ago, I started writing T.V shows and short stories just for fun. At this time I am looking to receive feed back on my work, its kind of a funny story, none of my friends on Facebook reall.. more..Writing
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