My Ever-Changing Lentil Spell

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The photo entitled “Lentils it is©️” was taken by Felina Silver (copyright 2025)

I’d tell you my soup’s secret song,
but shhh! That’d simply feel all wrong.
It’s locked up tight in family lore,
behind a pantry’s creaky door.

But here’s the magic I can spill—
each pot I make bends to my will.
It’s never twice the same delight—
a dancing dish, a taste in flight!

One day it hums a garlicky tune,
the next, it waltzes with a prune.
It shifts like trees in forest deep,
where every scent plays hide-and-seek.

You’ll find it there when you’re unwell,
a brothy hug, a healing spell.
A sleepy kiss upon your nose,
a comfort only soup bestows.

It warms your toes, it lifts your head,
it tucks you gently into bed.
And though you’ll never see the chart
(it’s scribbled deep within my heart),

Each swirl is love, each spice a smile—
I’ve stirred them in with flair and style.
So grab a spoon, come take a seat—
no two bowls ever dare repeat!