Yusuf

[Verse 1] Your recipe book has a rubber band and flour between the pages, Some measurements are crossed out, some have stood there through the ages. You say a little handful; I ask how many grams, You laugh and put the spoon in mine and show me with your hands. [Chorus] Write it in the margin, tell me one more time, How to make the thing that makes a kitchen feel like mine. More than salt and butter, more than food to eat, There's a family talking when you offer me a seat. [Verse 2] You tell me who first made it and who always wanted more, About your tiny kitchen with the washing by the door. I thought we came for cooking, but the afternoon runs long, With all the names and places that have seasoned us along. [Bridge] My first attempt is cooling in a lopsided tin, I've sent you seven photographs; you say to let it sit. Next Sunday come for dinner, I'll be nervous, you'll be kind, And we'll write another little note beneath the last one signed. [Chorus] Write it in the margin, tell me one more time, How to make the thing that makes a kitchen feel like mine. More than salt and butter, more than food to eat, There's a family talking when you offer me a seat.