Swoosh the velvety egg lands
In a perfectly round ring.
The bottom of the ceramic hand
Holds a sunshine yellow all too mesmerizing.
The fork takes center stage
Whisking and mixing.
Yoke and white become one race,
The egg is one being.
The salt grinder dances,
The black pepper rings
As my grandmother fans
Her hands across the seasoning.
The water gurgles
As loud bubbles pop,
'Till the heat's overbearing,
Streams of vapor lift off.
As the bowl marks the steamer,
The stove marks the bowl.
My stomach starts to gurgle
At the prospect of hot liquid gold.
10 long minutes I'll wait,
Each moment a chore.
5 grueling minutes I'll ask
"Just how much longer, grandma?"
The lid's finally opened,
Plummets of steam erupt.
Beneath the grand introduction
Lies my true love.
A teaspoon of soy sauce,
A splash of sesame oil.
Like varnish on prized metals,
It dresses for its final reveal.
The silver spoon opens
The glossy outer folds.
My mouth goes through the notions
And finally tastes liquid gold.
Savory with air bubbles,
Soft and delightful.
Complex yet so humble,
Oh, liquid gold's so beautiful.
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