The Sole Meunière at the Café (Julia Child)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your hands know how to teach the terrified,
how butter screams and transforms in the pan—
synaptic plasticity rewiring every nerve,
each repetition carving newer grooves,
your voice pitched bright as copper,
laughter louder than the sizzle.

[Chorus]
You make the ordinary luminous,
your tall frame bending toward the flame,
showing how the molecule dances,
how fear dissolves in heat and salt—
you turn the kitchen into something holy,
and we all learn to taste again.

[Verse 2]
Your mirror neurons firing wild,
teaching us to *feel* the folding motion,
long-term potentiation building stronger each time
you demonstrate the whisk, the wrist, the patience—
your proprioception maps the space
between the raw and the transformed,
between the trembling student and the confident hand.

[Chorus]
You make the ordinary luminous,
your tall frame bending toward the flame,
showing how the molecule dances,
how fear dissolves in heat and salt—
you turn the kitchen into something holy,
and we all learn to taste again.

[Bridge]
Your theta waves humming through the broadcast,
predictive coding making each ingredient speak,
you taught us that failure is just practice
wearing a different name,
that the body knows its way
if you let it move slow enough to believe.

[Chorus]
You make the ordinary luminous,
your tall frame bending toward the flame,
showing how the molecule dances,
how fear dissolves in heat and salt—
you turn the kitchen into something holy,
and we all learn to taste again.

[Outro]
Butter still browns at your exact temperature,
the pan still knows your name,
and somewhere a hesitant hand
reaches for the wooden spoon
because you showed us it was possible.

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