The baker, cook, chef, as alchemist, indeed.
Nature's own ingredients whipped/frapped/sauted/baked, intended to enchant and revive the body, mind, spirit, will.
Ah, the wooden spoon empowered as wand, spell weaver.A pinch of this, that, fresh ground black pepper/eye of newt, same thing.
Grand thoughts flow from Merlin's and other universal powers, to pour graciously 1/2 cup at a time, into mind through body, hand, into stirred, chopped food; binding digestible, lunch size, magical potions.
Elements called forth! - Fire, water, air, earth, all precisely balanced, all on your plate, tongue, into one's being.
Spell cast special, super size for just a little bit more.Aye, barista, cocktailologist, come forth with your wares.
Clan relative of alchemist ingestion, your libation offerings welcomely move the mind and spirit.
Your liquid spells as transformer, paradigm shifts, impetus to evolution adventure, fuel for soul.Friends, I challenge your reception of food, drink, to lips - do not tread lightly upon fine dinning, as alchemist's intentions are amidst and cast for your pleasure, good health, and unknown mysteries of change.Salute! So be it.
Madame’s Magical Menagerie by Ken Fulk
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