In my kitchen, I create.
Breads to rise and cakes to bake.
Here, I stir, knead and sauté.
Spoons and knives, in happy disarray.
In my kitchen, I am queen!
Baking cobblers, date bars and other sweet dreams.
Soups and salads, lovingly prepared.
With a smidge of spice and a dash of flair.
Blissfully, I’m lost….
in heady aromas and tastes.
A world of flavors.
and delights to partake.
I am home.
Oh so free.
This truly is, where I am ME!
The stress of the day is left behind.
It’s time to create.
All problems resigned.
Pity those who can’t boil an egg.
Seeking culinary skills.
They will often beg.
The chemistry of cooking.
A wonder to share.
It’s almost like love, but with calories…
In my kitchen, safe and warm.
flour heaven ?
So glad to be here.
♥ ♥ ♥
Also posted for the June 16th, Woven Dreams prompt: Processing
“In My Kitchen”- revised May 2013.
From the poetry collection: My Poetic Path
PS: In case you are craving a fresh-baked treat, after reading this poem,
here’s the link to the recipe for these delicious scones.