Oh Little Bit of Onion Stem

Oh, little bit of onion stem, how still we see thee lie, Above the cutting board you wait, beneath the kitchen sky. Yet in thy sharp and fragrant core, the chef’s great plan is made, Where sweet shall meet the salty dish, and hunger shall be stayed. For scallions green and chives so fine, are ready for the knife, To bring a perfect gentle bite, into our culinary life. The hopes and fears of all the year are met in thee tonight, From hearty stocks and savory stews, you bring the flavor bright. With subtle tang and crisping crunch, no garnish is so key, To grace the ramen’s steaming bowl, or soup of broccoli. No fragrant vegetable so grand, or topping half so neat, As these fine threads of pale delight, both pungent and complete. How silently, how silently, the scallion leaf is sliced, No ear may hear the tiny sounds, when flavors are enticed. Where cooks in patient labor toil, to bring the freshness forth, The gentle onion’s quiet grace, reveals its hidden worth. We meet the flavor in the air, with just a tender sigh, As all the world’s best recipes, accept what you supply. For every salad needs its touch, its final, perfect grace, From creamy dips and dressings smooth, you lighten up the space. So keep your garlic strong and bold, your shallots finely minced, But give us stems of greenest hue, their texture so convinced. Oh, little bit of onion stem, be with us now to bless, And grant us food of savory taste, and culinary success.