The Greatest Dish

Refreshed from life with a simple dish, 

I've scoured earth's pantry, sea's abyss. 

In youth's fierce heat, my one true wish: 

To craft a plate of blissful savor, unequaled kiss. 

Refreshed from life with a simple dish, 

Yet trapped in gourmet chains, lavish but amiss. 

In grand kitchens, my dreams would swish, 

A search for perfect flavors in a culinary abyss. 

Across continents with spice and flame, 

With knife and flame I earned my fame, 

But each creation, though bold, felt tame— 

The ultimate bite, a shadow, a name. 

As years withdrew their vibrant hue, 

My hopes for discovery dwindled too. 

Until death whispers, oh he knew, 

Of a steak sublime, a taste divine. 

I rose, unbound from tubes that beep, 

With trembling hands, yet a heart that leaped. 

To my kitchen I return, where once I prided, 

To craft the dish beyond compare. 

The fire blazed, a last defiance, 

A dance of spice, art’s alliance. 

Seared with the weight of silent science, 

A dish that sang with culinary reliance. 

As the aroma enfolds, my spirit soars, 

This steak, a bridge 'twixt earth and dreams, 

At last, it lay, a tender sight, 

Each bite a sonnet, dark as night. 

It melted upon the tongue like autumn's first frost, 

Marbled textures, bold yet subtly interlaced. 

Rich juices mingling with a hint of vintage wine, 

An undertone of smoky wood, a delicate spice. 

But as the flavor floods my fading sense, 

I mourn the song unsung. 

Solitary, splendid, and sadly graced, 

My life’s work fades, without a trace.