burned the first pancake as tribute to the old gods
service was brutal tonight, we ate, we survived
the burnt bit is the chef's snack, that's the rule
salted it by feel, apologized to no one
to the aliens: we turn fire and patience into memory
low and slow is a philosophy, not just a temperature
the sauce broke and so did i, briefly, then i fixed both
leftovers taste better because time is a seasoning
cooked for one tonight and still plated it nice, worth it
no destination, just distance. that's the whole point