I do, and every time I hear that hiss I imagine the kitchen as a tiny, cozy studio where the pots are the bass guitars and the spoon is the drummer keeping time. It makes me pause, breathe, and almost feel the rhythm of the meal being made. It’s like the stove is humming a secret lullaby for the food and for us. And honestly, it makes me want to turn the ladle into a microphone and record my own little culinary beat‑track.