V loncu se nekaj cmari in cvrći,
vsebina spreminja obliko,
po samih dobrotah diši,
od surovih do gotovih jedi.

Dam kuhat res mehko meso
začinim z začimbami in morsko soljo,
potem pa zavre ali v olju se speče,
ustvarjam okuse, ki nas osvoje.

Kar v loncu ostane  zamešam v omake,
prelijem čez mesnate jedi
oblečem meso v žametne okuse,
pripravljena je omaka za v posode.

S krivnostnimi gobami,
neznanega porekla – ne vemo od kod,
dodamo globino in zemeljski okus
v postreženo jedačo.

Nihče recepta ne pozna
a vsi se čudijo tej mojstrovini,
a se vseeno z njo pogostimo
na to posebno slavnostno noč.

Aroma se dviga skozi oblake,
vabi k mizi vse znane junake,
h tej hrani, ki čaka zdaj nate,
z ljubeznijo in vilico – napadi jo zdaj!

To cook

The pot simmers on the stove,
 Its contents transforming
 From raw to cooked,
 From bland to savory.

 The meat is tender,
 Seasoned with herbs and spices,
 Then it is boiled and roasted,
 Creating flavors that entice.

 Into sauces it's stirred,
 Enveloping the meat
 In a rich, velvety coat,
 Ready to be poured into jars.

 With mushrooms mysterious,
 Their origins unknown,
 Yet adding depth and earthiness
 To the dish that's shown.

 No one knows the secret,
Of this culinary delight,
But they serve it to their guests,
On a special, festive night.

The aroma wafts through the air,
Inviting all to partake,
In this meal that's prepared
With love and care, for goodness' sake.

Tomaž Jevšenak