Dive into the world of scents.
I hear the crash of the door
Young Jack enters, exuberant as always
His younger brothers follow
Wide eyed wondering what’s on the menu.
Daughters arrive, sons rush in
It’s a family dinner
Two birthdays: one 36 one 3…….
They exclaim delight in the aromas they meet
Dinner is cooked
Across the room floats a parmigiana sauce
Mingled with a mushroom cream
A honey mustard sits nearby
Ready to sate every pallet if touches.
They wander to the stove
Their noses awakening their appetites,
Dad’s cooking has improved they say.
Dinner is about choices
Which taste to sample first
They take small chicken pieces,
Smother them in a chosen sauce.
By evenings end
Fierce debate over which was preferred
Each has a favourite
Leftovers will provide another meal.
At nights end I am left with
The perfume of the kitchen
Comforting my senses.
Written for: https://dversepoets.com/2016/06/28/poetics-empire-of-scents/
Morpethroad 
Very nice! I love poems about food and this seems like such a fun time for all. Looks yummy!
Even better Toni, it tasted great, when my kids go back for seconds you know you are on a winner…
Yes, seconds are always good indicators. My husband and mother-in-law (gasp!) always love what I cook.
I think one day I should write a poem about my cooking abilities when the kids were growing up. There were six of them so a packet of mince meat, some mixed veges and as much sauce as I could get away with was called ‘stage food’. I am haunted by it, they remind me every so often as well, I think in other times it was probably up there with gruel…..
That could be fun!
In a former life, I was an extremely motivated and centered chef. I burned out now I just cook for those I love.
“Any leftovers for me,” she asked finding herself suddenly extremely hungry at 11:30 pm
Sorry they went last night….
I love the poignancy of the ending…and now I’m SO Hungry!
You aren’t the only one who can cook Stella….I’m not just a pretty face….lol
I do recall that you cook 🙂 A useful talent!
I do love it. Cooking is not just that, but the company to enjoy it with…
Exactly Bjorn, the sole reason for cooking.
Oh Michael 😀 this is absolutely lovely! Nothing like the aroma of good food to bring back delightful memories ❤ Beautifully executed.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Thanks Sanaa, hope you are doing well today…
My hats off to a man who can cook yummy food, smiles ~ The perfume of the kitchen with good company leaves me very well satisfied.
Thanks for joining us and wishing you happy week.
Thanks Grace….best wishes to you too…
And now my tummy’s rumbling! Geez… Such sumptuous scent you have here… 🙂
Thanks Maria glad to make you feel hungry…
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Just ate breakfast and now I’m hungry again. Good descriptions.
Thank you Victoria, hope you are doing well today…
Thank you, Michael.
The kitchen is where comfort is born, Michael. Nicely written!
Thank you Walter…
Mmm…I might have to drop in for a meal sometime!
Give me a few days notice Bryan….culinary magic takes time.
Nothing better than a family meal, and you captured it perfectly.
Thank you so much…have a good day…
“The perfume of the kitchen”–what a unique and interesting way to put it 🙂
Thank you C.C. Lovely you could stop by.
The only thing better than the tastes and aromas in your poem is the importance of family coming together. 🙂
A lovely family story, framed by scents. I really enjoyed this!