Salty Apples & Talk-to-Text

[Verse 1] Brian had a brainstorm in the back of the line, Thought he’d mix some apples with a twist of brine. Said, “It’s bold, it’s new, it’s culinary art!” But the first bite hit like a sodium dart. John took a taste, his face went pale, Like he’d licked a battery or chewed a nail. He said, “Fifteen minutes later, I still feel the burn,” Guess that’s one lesson we ain’t gonna unlearn. [Chorus] Oh, salty apples, what a scene, Sous chef dreams gone way too lean. One part fruit, ten parts regret, That’s a flavor town we won’t forget. Talk-to-text caught every word, Even the "Oh crap" we all heard. So here’s a toast to tryin’ new things — And the chaos kitchen failure brings! [Verse 2] Chef Joe chimed in with a little sass, “No reason to be salty,” with a cheeky laugh. Brian just sighed, wiped his brow, Said, “Back to basics, I'm done for now.” The recipe card? Yeah, that hit the trash, With a side of shame and a salty splash. Now it's apples straight from the tree, Hold the salt, just let 'em be! [Chorus] Oh, salty apples, what a show, A flavor ride we didn’t know. Mouths went dry, eyes went wide, Culinary pride took quite the slide. Talk-to-text told it all, Every blooper, big and small. So next time, maybe just bake a pie, And leave the brine for pickles, guy. [Bridge] In the land of chefs and dilly dogs, Some ideas live, some get lost in the fog. But we laugh, we learn, we make a mess — It’s all part of wearin’ that apron vest. [Final Chorus] Salty apples, a legend born, Of flavor fails and friendships sworn. From kitchen tales to group chat gold, The story’s salty, but never gets old. So raise a spoon to brave old Brian, Still cookin', still tryin', never lyin’. In the book of bites, he wrote a line — “Maybe apples just ain't meant to brine.”