Cooking – with love

I started cooking.
When I had to.
When I was sore of eating hotel food.

My friend used to say.
Food made for money will not contain love.
I think he is right.

I started cooking.
I discovered a new pleasure.
A great way to unwind.
After a day of monotony.

I can experiment.
With colors – of vegetables.
With aromas – of spices.

When crazy experiments succeed.
The joy is unexplainable.

One hour to cook.
Fifteen minutes to eat.
That does n’t put me off.
I relish both.

Food made at home.
With lots of love.
Has no comparison.

I am glad I started cooking.