Ode to my frying pan

While participating in a hiking/yoga/writing seminar in the high desert of Abiquiú (New Mexico) last week, I was invited to write an ode to some ordinary object in my life, taking inspiration from Chilean poet Pablo Neruda's Odes to Common Things. Here's what emerged.

Ode to my frying pan

Your non-stick coating minimizes the need for grease
  but a touch of sesame oil lends a proper oriental flavor
  to my stir fry
  Or a few tablespoons of olive oil
  makes for an authentic ratatouille

I truly admire your versatility,
O frying pan,
  though your shape remains ever the same
  you supply us with an endless variety
  of dinners

Whether sizzling, simmering, or sauteing
  you sing contentedly 
  transforming raw into cooked
  You seem happiest when blending veggies
  of all colors
  and skillfully inculcating them with the savory seasonings

Then humbly you sit cooling on the stove
  all alone
  while dinner plates serve up your handiwork.