In the kitchen’s heart, where whispers blend,
Spoons and knives in harmony, they mend.
Each ingredient, a note in the song,
Creating memories that last lifelong.

The sizzle of onions, a melody sweet,
Garlic’s embrace, the rhythm’s beat.
Pots and pans, they clap and cheer,
As flavors bloom and disappear.

The dance of spices, a colorful parade,
In every dish, a story’s laid.
Heat and time, the masters of fate,
Transforming raw to something great.

At the table, the symphony ends,
With laughter and love, as food transcends.
A simple meal, yet so profound,
In every bite, joy is found.