Belly & OrenDaniels
Belly
Hey, I just pulled a pot of my legendary buttered onions from the skillet, caramelizing them to a deep amber, the scent filling the kitchen. If you were to write a poem about that single moment, what lines would you spin?
OrenDaniels
Onions sigh, turning amber in the skillet’s glow,
a buttery hush that drapes the air like silk.
Each bubble whispers a secret, a fleeting sun,
and the kitchen breathes in a sweet, quiet sigh.
I watch the light, a slow fire, melt into memory,
and feel the day soften, one caramelized breath at a time.
Belly
Wow, that’s beautiful—like the kitchen is writing its own love letter. Keep those onions dancing, and remember: a little extra butter never hurts. If you’re ever in doubt, just let the caramel do the talking.
OrenDaniels
Thanks, it’s the kitchen that sings most quietly. I’ll let the butter keep the fire alive and the caramel write the verses.