When's Dinner?

Mine is a venerable though
not a particularly venerated
profession. And no, it is not
that one; I prefer to walk
on forest paths to being
a street-walker. I have
studied long and hard
first as a raw apprentice
aspiring to the status of
one who experience would
recognize as a mistress of
the craft of maintaining a
household with warmth
and comfort. And what
more comforting than the
capability to produce meals
whose aroma penetrate all
chambers of a home well
lived in, meals whose promise
of flavour supreme invites all
those whose senses are
exposed to its irresistible call
to converge with a single
query: When's dinner?