In the quiet kitchen, pots and pans align,
Each ingredient waits, a moment to shine.
The sizzle, the scent, a dance so divine,
A symphony of flavors, all in a line.

Tomatoes ripened under the sun’s embrace,
Basil leaves whispering of summer’s grace.
Garlic crushed, releasing its fiery trace,
A melody of tastes, we lovingly chase.

Soft dough rising, a promise of bread,
Butter and yeast, a future to be fed.
The oven’s warmth, where dreams are spread,
A hearth of comfort, where love is wed.

Spices from lands both near and far,
Cinnamon, cardamom, a taste bazaar.
Each bite a journey, a story, a star,
We travel the world, wherever we are.