Taste of Success

Gluttony, the sweetest greed
When one does not stuff one full
Of candied sweets or artificial no.5
But to rejoice in a homemade dish
That has finally turned out well
For the bad chef happily consumes
The joy of success

Legacy

The pungent smell of ginger
Lemon slices mowed down by a dull blade
The sizzling steam of water
And soy sauce sloshing in the glass bottle;
I cook for myself today
But move with mother’s teaching