In a land far away, so bright and so bold,
Lived a little chef, with a spirit so old,
She loved to cook, and she loved to explore,
She dreamed of making dishes, never made before.

She grabbed her measuring cup, and her trusty spatula too,
A wok, a strainer, and some paddy, for a dish that's new,
She mixed and she measured, and stirred with such care,
As she dreamed of the flavors that soon would be there.

With spices and sauces, she made a dish so fine,
And as she cooked, she absorbed each and every line,
Of her mother's teachings, of her father's love,
Of her Asian heritage, that fit like a glove.

The flavors were rich, the aroma divine,
As she stirred with her spatula, feeling quite fine,
She poured it all out, into a dish with such grace,
And smiled as she looked at her masterpiece in its place.

So, young ones, remember, as you cook up a storm,
To use all your tools, to keep your dishes warm,
To measure with care, and to stir with your heart,
And let your Asian heritage play a special part.

Reflections

1. What tools did the little chef use to make her dish?
2. How did the little chef absorb her Asian heritage into her cooking?
3. What did the little chef feel when she finished making her dish?
4. Have you ever tried cooking a dish from a different culture or heritage?
5. What do you think the little chef's next culinary creation will be?