A Feast of the senses

 A FEAST OF THE SENSES

In the domain of meals, I take my stand,

I love good food, to be close at hand. 

From morning breakfast to dinner at night 

I taste the ingredients – I relish each bite. 

I was rather skinny – but now no more. 

I don’t overeat- just go with the flow.

Indo-Chinese cuisine,

 My heart's true desire,

 My stomach starts rumbling,

Seeing the pans on the fire. 

Kung Pao chicken, prawns divine,

 Each taste bud dances,

That’s a culinary sign.

Not too much spice, nor too much grease,

 For me, clean eating  brings intestinal peace!

 But listen bland food,

"Just  be gone, from my plate"

 For flavors bold, I do celebrate!

When in the kitchen, I hold my reign,

 Cooking up storms, with not much of a strain. 

But my daughter, oh she's a culinary queen,

 Her skills are unmatched, a winner she’s been. 

So here I stand, in food's embrace, 

A lover of flavors, in every place.

 From morning light, to the quiet of night, 

Each meal has a story, a pure delight.