You never were one for recipes
But at age 12, I
bursting into newfound pre-teenagehood
was hungry
and you
tiptoeing into late fatherhood
knew the ropes.
How to crack eggs of no particular number
with just one hand
The proper finesse required to
sprinkle powders
and mix oils
all without taking a measure
“I don’t have the patience,”
you said of the unopened recipe book
And for your disobedience, I am grateful
Food never tasted quite as good
when I followed the rules
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