Saturday Cake Bake

happiness came in stone coloured  crockery

in a pudding bowl with a wooden spoon

with each stirring of something special

creamiest of mixtures worked and poured

into baking tins placed high on oven racks

timed to rise to light and airy perfection

kitchen aromas drifted into the sitting room

where Ernie sat in his comfy chair

busy making roll ups in front of a red glow fire

tissue thin paper sandwiched a pinch of baccy

pressed and rolled into shape then finished with  

spit lick before being stored in an old tin

but the best bit of all for a seven year old fidget

the remains left in the bowl of plenty

handed over by nan with a smile and a wink

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Yes who doesn’t love the last lickings?, almost every child that I know, what a nice take family togetherness and warmth and love for each other….and it’s also fun to cook together as well…..and then Ernie busy making his rollups and gently putting them in a tin……the glow of the fire tops it off….warm a cozy Chris!
Best, B

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much Betty. I appreciate your kind review. All the best.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

you're very welcome dear Chris
hope all is well'
Best, B

[William Michael Reeves]

Yummy! In the tummy. A bowl of plenty never empty.

[Chris Shaw]

Little things please little minds and yes the left over cake mix was yummy :) Thanks Bill.
read moreLittle things please little minds and yes the left over cake mix was yummy :) Thanks Bill.

Chris

[KAREN]

Them are the best memories! I remember licking a bowl a few times. Nice job!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Karen. Pleased you could relate to this little poem. I appreciate you stopping by.

Chris

[KAREN]

My pleasure!!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

This was fun to read and memories of licking the spoon or bowl filled my mind! Great poem!

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Kathy. Pleased you enjoyed this poem. All the best.

Chris

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

You are welcome!

[Bryan Sefton]

My grandchildren would live this If they read it.There's be memories of me complaining that everyone was being spoiled, except me and it isn't fair! Did they share it? Not a chance, but I can taste it now. Lovely!

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Bryan. You made me smile. Pleased you could relate to this poem. Have a good Tuesday.
read moreDear Bryan. You made me smile. Pleased you could relate to this poem. Have a good Tuesday.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

I remember having the remains of the delicious Cake Mix… “finger lickin good”. And then some… Yummy, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pat, so right. Finger lickin good. Isn't it strange the memories that comeback to you years later? They leave alot of joy too. Have a good Tuesday. Sending best wishes across the pond.

Chris

[Brad Nugent]

I read below that you were on a nostalgia trip. So much nostalgia baking away in this one. Wide appeal, I would imagine, as there must be many people who can connect with such sense imagery and memories. Inspired to bake a cake today now, if only for that aroma wafting through the house. Thanks for a beautiful journey with this write.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Brad. Pleased you enjoyed my nostalgia trip. I appreciate you stopping by.

Chris

[Dave Brown]

yummy .

[Chris Shaw]

Oh yes it was yummy Dave. Little things pleased little minds:) Thank you for stopping by to say hello.

Chris

[Temperance]

Such nostalgia, Chris! Love the comfy feeling this exudes. My mother in law called the batter scraper a “child cheater”. All the kids hoped she wouldn’t use it so they could partake in the licking the bowl and scraper. :))

[Chris Shaw]

Isn't it strange how these little things bring back such nostalgia. Love your review Temperance. Many thank yous for stopping by.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am really itching with my sweet tooth.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Ha! Go find something sweet to eat J. Sounds like you need a sugar surge :)

[Robert Haigh]

A nice piece of nostalgia! The final stanza made me smile. I never helped my mother bake a cake, but my two sisters did, and we all had turns at finishing the remains from the bowl!

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks Robert. Funny how these memories come filtering back. My mum never let me finish the remains of the bowl :)) It was always my Nan who would do that. Been thinking about both of them lately. Just lost my mum, so nostalgia trips are stepping up.

Chris

[Robert Haigh]

Sorry to hear you lost your mum recently. I lost mine long ago, when she was just 48. My father passed away aged 81, and all of my aunts and uncles have also passed on. I went to the funeral of a cousin a couple of weeks ago, so it is my generation's turn now, alas! Still, each new day is a gift!

[Chris Shaw]

I lost my Dad 31 years ago, my mum in Feb and my brother seven years ago. Yes, that feeling of it's the turn of my own generation has definitely arrived. Each new day is a gift, yiucare so right there, and I have three grandchildren living with me. They keep me grounded :))