Alex swings the door and the light hits the floor
Scanning every shelf for a taste to explore
Chilly air rising like a ghost on the stove
Finding hidden treasures in the vegetable cove
Marinating flavors in a zero-degree zone
Turning leftovers into a throne of their own
Koelkast cooking, yeah it’s cold but it’s fire
Alex Kulandere taking tastebuds higher
From the frost to the flame, he’s a kitchen king
Listen to the silver shelves start to sing
Koelkast cooking, keep it cool, keep it fresh
Dice it cold, slice it bold
Never doing what he’s told
Condiment king with the mustard and the gold
Ice tray rattling, the flavor is unfold
Watch the master work before the stove gets old
Shut the door.
Bon appétit.
