Baking days
Are always fun
It could mean
A big event is just around the corner
Or maybe it's a spur of the moment
Just for fun
Didn't even check if all the ingredients are here
Kind of ordeals
Baking days mean
A radio blasting
And the windows open
The kitchen has been cleared
And a random apron that I didn't even know we had
Has been tossed on
It means
Pouring through the various cookbooks
And binders
Of tried and true recipes
Recipes that have been passed down through the family
Recipes recommended by friends
Picking the perfect one
Making it
And then adding a little twist at the end
To make it extra unique
And then close to the end
While it's baking in the oven
I can dust my hands off on my apron
Sending clouds of flour in the air
It's my favorite part
Not the cleaning up-
No, that can wait just a little longer
But having the beaters
And spoons and spatulas and all that
And having a taste of the batter
Knowing how much better it'll taste
Fresh out of the oven
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
