What Does Home Taste Like?

So anyways, here is my weak attempt to be a poet. I know this doesn't make sense at all and it doesn't flow too well. (It sounds great when you hear me say it!)

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I love how my home tastes
It's so great that I run quickly to chase
The amazing smells, the aroma so sweet
It's something that you simply cannot beat

Home starts with my beautiful Lola
I visit her everyday and she says "Hola!"
I give her a hug and ask her for Filipino food
She responds to me in her accent and says, "Dude
I have food for you tutoy, don't you fret"
And all I'm thinking is that it's gonna be so good that it'll make me sweat

She first starts out by making fresh lumpia rolls
She puts cooked beef and vegetables in two different bowls
Then Lola pulled out white wrappers bought from the store
Scooped out the meat and the vegetables and I ask her for more
To put in the wrapper because I like the rolls thick
But not exactly ones that are the size of bricks
She continues to roll them, one by one
And within five minutes she cooks them so they are done!
She then makes a sauce so sweet
With pineapple juice, ketchup, sugar, and other stuff, it's such a treat!
My Lola says, "Tutoy, the lumpia is done."
Which makes me feel that I have simply won
So then my Lola continues on

She puts some noodles in a hot pot
I tell her, "Lola, that's really a lot
For me to eat, are you sure about this?"
She just smiles and gives me a kiss
"The pancit will be ready, just give me more time."
So I wait and sit, just happy that I don't have to pay a dime
She adds some chicken, vegetables, and a squeeze of lime
And puts the dish in front of me, oh yeah that's mine!

I immediately thank her for her effort and the meal
I then go to work and immediately feel
So lucky to be loved by a woman like her
I'm going back to her house tomorrow, that is for sure!

After work, I drive back home
But now this time this is my actual dome
Where I truly live, where I really reside
And the place where I can confide
In my sister, my mom, and my dad
All my thoughts, whether it is good or simply bad
Anyways let's get back to the point, this talk is all about food
And I'm really feeling in the mood
To talk about things I eat at home
It's a mix of stuff that my mom buys so she doesn't have to moan
Unlike my Lola, at this "home" it's all bought
From Clement Street, Safeway, restaurants, and from other places, I forgot
So at this home, I get an array of stuff
This is the truth, this ain't no bluff
I also love how home tastes here
It also really makes me cheer
To have Chinese, Italian, Japanese, and other foods from other nations
Makes me feel simply amazin!

So all in all, Lola's food tastes like migration from one nation
Which makes me give her a standing ovation
Because she is the one who is bringing salvation
To me
And at my actual house, food tastes like diversity
Like the different people at San Francisco State University
I'm tasting a little of everyone and their culture
When I eat I am simply like a vulture