Baking was where it began
Me being 3, a hawk's eye on nan
Often offering a pair of tiny hands (not like they're huge now)
Imbibing her ways of(*strikethrough:and*) conquering lands
She lured in countless hearts over time
(such a hit!)
Would that some day be mine? (I didn't think I could)
It wouldn't be right to stiffle any dream though
Even if she was unparalleled and acclaimed highly so
So when the nights were too cloudy to find my star,
I summoned on magic tried my hand at baking - at par?
It was a question to answer, but alas not easily done
I'm overly self-critical, with people that had biases not undone
So there came smiles, confusion and that nostalgic flavour
Licking up batter was the first main endeavour
With time came far more trials and more customers too
With time I made more components till it was solo through and through
Proceeding tirelessly hoping to follow the recipes to a 'T'
Sometimes still, life has you slip on a banana peel and go 'wee'
Trial and error - part and parcel of the climb to an ideal
Soon the dust cleared and it all began to feel real(OMG!)
Not like I hadn't handled a stove or two - definitely have done
Teeny easy meals and random edible bites, but have I won?
Back to baking it always is - once an otg and then an oven
I couldn't tell if it was worth it; a batter mistake - bad omen?
It didn't come out exactly like always, but when ever has it
Not super consistent, but loaded up the oven and in front I sit
Figuring out the settings as I go ahead; fingers and toes crossed
A solo endeavour that somehow I passed (Well too! Tbh)
Not to brag but they were definitely yum (people agreed!)
First batch baked most trials, but yum and to every tum
I've handed out, even since the half-help stage and taken views
But this major milestone was when it finally hit the news
Then my confidence well arose; well study holidays it was
So I served (myself) there for the second or third time
But this time it was all me and the most unsure batter (oh welp)
Cue the new oven at home too and feeling it could've been better
The glimmery eyes that had my self-criticism rise (I've always had tk hear +ve, but-)
Blaming the bias that comes with our ties
Pretty sure there could've been better despite
Swearing on your mother and hug so tight [over everyone else]
Had my nervously pounding heart blushing with praise
For countless times I had heard it, even in this very gaze
Countless people countless different days (ty for all love)
I've always just been left feeling all over the place
The number of times I've been amused are many
Baking will forever be; other stuff I make, if any (oop-)
Won't stop coming for I fo want mouths fed and smiling
In the end I hope I can bring food love - nan it's your inspiring
YOU ARE READING
Me.
PoetryThese were all on my Instagram... (plus some new ones) Then I began feeling something about it... I'm a quiet kid... always... but how did I put it all out... I didn't want the attention... I liked when I was of some help to anyone out there... some...
