I joined a group called The Daring Cooks,
A new challenge each month from international cook books.
The menu secret ’til a certain day,
So excited I am to weigh in and play.
Pho and Paella, these I can serve,
There’s just no way they can throw me a curve.
Feeling good, my confidence high,
‘Til I find out it’s Sushi! Why oh why?!
My kitchen my realm, I don’t like to fail,
So I buck up and think, “I must prevail!”
Dragon Roll first and not too bad,
BBQ’d eel – worse I’ve had.
But a picture of beauty I cannot say,
This roll I would not put on display.
Decorative Roll next on the list,
This one I failed, I really missed!
Rice shiny and tangy, a perfect sight,
But I rolled it as big as an elephant’s bite.
At the sushi bar, there is much to see,
Fish and nori, the sauce is key.
It comes in bottles with very small tips,
For decorative designs, NOT messy drips.
Big blobs of topping not my intent,
Head hung low, I sit and lament.
I take a deep breath and forge ahead,
Though I’d like to throw rice and go to bed.
Nigiri the final challenge to complete,
Surely this is one I can meet.
They say that charms come in three,
Apparently they were not referring to me.
Face in my hands as I think of you looking,
At the pictures of sushi that I have been cooking.
My lofty thoughts of glory and fame,
Humbly brought down to the Hall of Shame.
But, alas, you’ll see me for next month’s dish,
I can only hope that they don’t choose fish.