What foods would you like to make?
Ode to a Hungry Heart
In the hush of morning’s tender grace,
Freshly ground coffee warms my face—
A kiss of steam, a dark delight,
You stir my soul and spark the light.
Golden loaves, both French and fair,
Your crusts sing songs beyond compare.
I tear your softness, still aglow,
With butter fresh as Alpine snow.
Cream, you whisper like a dream,
Silken rivers in a moonlit stream.
You lace my lips in velvet vows,
And hush the world with sacred hows.
Cioppino’s sea-swept siren song,
A stew where lovers all belong—
With every bite, a tale retold
Of ocean fire and garlic bold.
Gumbo dances, sultry, deep,
Where peppers prowl and roux does creep.
In Cajun tongues you call me near,
And spice me full of Southern cheer.
Oh tiramisu, your layered sighs,
Like love affairs beneath closed eyes—
I fall into your cocoa kiss,
A tumble down a well of bliss.
And mousse—divine, you melt my will,
A lover’s hush, a sugar thrill.
So dark, so light, you break me slow—
The final yes I’ll always know.
So here I write, with heart in flame,
Each food a verse, each taste a name—
For passion lives where flavors start,
And hunger is the art of heart.
My Near Death Experience Arts and Thoughts 