taste – My Tales Within

Pour some sugar

Two sachets PouredInto the frothing cupThe sweet crystals sinkthrough the frothMeeting the dark fluidMelting and mixingChanging the flavourAdding sweetto the waiting bitterWhite crystalspausein contrastOf the dark concoctionWith the stirThey mergeBoth are changingSugar and coffeeNot just sweetNot just bitterSomewhere in betweenThere brews the coffee

The taste of the moment

The skillet of cast iron Harness the heat ingredient blend in proportion spices sinking deep Each bit done for the craving mouth nothing goes waste expressed on the grateful tongue That we know as the taste Taste lies not in the fire That heats Nor in the skillet That suffers the heat Nor in theContinue reading “The taste of the moment”