In Your KitchenA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenIn Your Kitchen I love to watch you in your kitchen as you fuss about with the carefully crafted skills of a TV chef. The ease with which you take the packets and the tins, the sachets and the fresh ingredients and blend them into a divine feast is spellbinding. You make it look effortless as you smile and chat, relaxed. I remember the first loaf you brought to me; fresh baked and kneaded by your strong and pornographic hands. I savoured every last crumb, made the wheat flavour burst over and over and over as I swallowed the love you offered and longed for more. I love to sit with you in your kitchen, as you serve an evening meal, with the dying summer sun setting on another day and Oscar at our feet; always in the wrong place. Or as we sup strong brewed coffee and chat, turning over the morsels of our lives, sharing our vision for our thrice baked recipe of a future promised. I love to work in your kitchen, playing your sous chef, slicing and chopping and clearing and cleaning and washing. It feels a privilege to be there for you, to share your space in that bright place, despite the overflowing of gadgets and utensils, full capacious cupboards, and generously bulging fridge. In a new and strange way I find it all so beautifully reassuring, so fulfilling, and so very loving, being in your kitchen. 05/09/13 © 2013 John Alexander McFadyenAuthor's NoteReviews
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Added on September 26, 2013Last Updated on September 26, 2013 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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