And what is art? I ask, for none can say
If taste and decadence are just the same
For what is baked as much as painted; nay,
The culinary art is not mis-named.
Thus mastery is relative by art
As sweetness becomes relative by form.
For who can pick ingredients apart
In cheesecake, just baked, savory and warm?
Its splendor sees the beauty of Monet
And raises it cream cheese and chocolate chips.
Bold flavor is an art of every day—
Pure decadence glides gently to the hips.
Aesthetically, the joys of food defeat
The visual where tongue and spoonful meet.
postscript
Written to convince I professor I work for to make a cheesecake for a party. He is amazing at cheesecake-baking. Oh my goodness.