I tried really hard to write something for my mom, but cannot do anything justice in this time frame. So figured I would do something lighter! Saving the other poem for later.

 

You are a two minute gateway to an explosion of tastes

Caramelized with Iranian dates on a cold winter evening

Or served with kiwi and pineapple in a summer paradise

Classic with blueberry or strawberries and honey

Or plain and simple apple, cinnamon and dry fruits

Often sweet, but sometimes savory

Mushroom and cheddar, or onions and bell peppers anyone?

With a dash or oregano, parsley and salt?

At first glance, you may be plain and uninteresting

But once adorned

You are a bowl of absolute pleasure

Keeping my taste buds and waist bags in check

The god of my kitchen, my solace on rough college days