My Trip Seasonings <br /> <br />My hands are but extensions to my brain <br />Where i prepare my food <br />Seasoned with trip spices and oh..sweat..(LOL) <br /> <br />Dramas are made by onions <br />As tears flow down to my nose and mouth <br />And see my detractors yelling at me <br />And yes, seasoned by anchovies and other shrimp and fish <br /> <br />Ginger are but vexations to the soul <br />Where one touches base and find its center <br />Leading me on to my weakened state <br />Of womanhood and finds strength in my mate..Aha! <br /> <br />Olives, basil leaves, raisins <br />Are reserved to more foreign tongues <br />As i vowed to myself <br />To stick to the basics, aside from salt, pepper and sugar <br />As mandatory elements <br />To keep the fire from burning <br /> <br />These are as i say 'haven' <br />To my neophyte taste buds <br />Other wise. i would salivate <br />Like a hungry dog over a bone <br />With or without my trip seasoning <br /> <br />Last but not the least <br />I prefer eggs as binder <br />Without which as in some cases <br />Renders your work done <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Note: On my attempt to be a nice cook in the kitchen..He he <br /> thanks for any wild reactions and comment<br /><br />Meggie Gultiano<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-trip-seasonings/
