My grandmother’s cooking is definitely the best
It’s tasty and flavoursome with out being too spicy.
My mother in laws cooking is good too but not quite the same
It’s very spicy and very heavy and cooked in lots of oil.
I wish I could cook like my grandmother
I learnt from my grandmother so it should be the same
But it comes out a bit different.
The spices are a little raw and not cooked at the right heat and the chapattis are flat
The unami is missing, that magic touch.
My aunts cooking is good and almost like my grandmother’s
With a modern twist which should be so good
But it’s still not quite the same.
Great poem, and I like the use of repetition “Itβs very spicy and very heavy and cooked in lots of oil.” too. You’ve made me jealous though – why didn’t I think to use the word “Umami”? π
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Thanks! I think of ‘Friends’, every time I hear that word though!
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I think there is something in those old fingers of grandma’s and their patience counts too. Lovey poem π
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