the sizzle of garlic in oil,
spices whisper secrets,
the warmth of butter melting,
golden, fragrant, inviting—

a melody of textures,
the rhythm of chopping, slicing,
the heartbeat of a meal,
onions sizzle their golden secrets.

fingers, stained with the colors of the earth,
chop, stir, and fold,
each ingredient a story waiting to be told,
as steam rises, a fragrant fog.

a pinch of salt,
a splash of love,
the alchemy of heat,
transforming raw into ritual,
as aromas weave through the air,
a tapestry of home.

time melts like butter,
and every simmer, every stir,
is a reminder
that creation is a feast,
and love, the secret ingredient.