With The Ideas In Her Head,
She acquires ingredients from creation.
She picks up some bread, some meat, and some crustacean.
With purchases in her hands,
She assembles them into her curation.
Each ingredient has a plan, that’s all part of her preparation.

She regularly hosts her friends, not any one group particularly,
With smile, laughter and her kitchen art,
Everyone senses the generosity from her heart.

She is the food artist
She is the food scientist
The Chef, The Cooker
The Sister and Mother
Her Recipe Is Unpredictable
It Cannot Be Guessed
She more specially shares her secret recipe
With her friends.

By so eating her food,
Your mind will start to think tick,
Miraculously inventive
Her food is yummy,
It is not catastrophic.

It’s not the photographer alone
Who makes food look so good,
The Chef feeds him,
Beautiful specimens,
Each with a unique professional talent,
And taste is probably,
One of the most subjective things I know.

Her food can’t be rejected
Her food revives the spirit
Her food cures any sickness
Her food brings laughter and peace
Her food gathers people
Her food is extravagant and extraordinary

She’s an aesthetic woman
She’s a seraphic mom
She’s a charismatic chef
She’s a ravishing Queen