Donning the hat of a master chef,

Flicking the ladle, I started to cook,

Kitchen seemed so comfy and homely,

Yes, I was ready to show my skills.

Stove turned on with tava and oil sizzled,

Drenching the chimney as mustards crackled,

Do I stay or run, I thought.

‘Twas a chemical laboratory,

Yes, no less than an adventure.

Effortless it would I thought , but darn….

Never expected this to be so hard.

*initially published in Penmancy website