Who needs a kitchen timer?
I smell it when it’s done!
The crack of fresh sourdough
as it pops to full life,
bulging the air with fresh bread.

The perfect pie, and just browned aroma
calling for oven mitts.

Medium rare steak, perfect chicken,
all from the feel of a fat palm.
Firmly soft, not squishy.

The just tacky feel of perfect biscuits
as they crumble into a magic dough.
Oh, more than just measuring spoons
and thermometers is the love of food.