My lips curl into a gentle smile while cradling a steel pot as water pours from the faucet and fills
as the chicken roasts in the oven, blushing, burned by the heat of a convection sun.
My mind warms as florets shed their stealthy forest green to smile bright and alive.
An ode to the simple pleasures of the kitchen.
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