There’s a whiff in the kitchen,
That’s because I’m cooking
A dash of this and a dash of that
I have to keep looking
A ring at the door,
I go and have a look
The postman only rings twice
according to my book
I rush back to my pan
For the food I am yearning
If the postman had not called
My food would not be burning
I swear people ring the doorbell to cause me the most inconvenience.
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And always at the wrong time for the wrong reason
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Food, Schmood. The poetry’s delicious.
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Yes, very tasty
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Looks great. Very colorful. Does this dish have a specific name? SLP …
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This was a peperonata: a mixture of three different coloured peppers with tomato and cooked with onions and garlic
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