Where Gourmet Is Homemade
Dearest you,
As the snow descends from the heavens
As the sun shines on my skin and I feel the breeze
I might add a cup of flour, or maybe seven
Maybe a spoonful of sugar, and a dash of vanilla, please
In the essence of flavors, I get lost in myself
The fire of the stove lights my soul within
Savoring the seasons on a plate and in every bookshelf
Oh the winding pathways I have been!
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