Bake Day Beth

(a blessing or a curse)

our kitchen smiles when
Beth has a blitz on baking
whether it’s bread
biscuits or cakes
or some other experiment
in the making

an aroma permeates
that’s positively scrumptious
while the finished product
has us drooling and asking
for more

be sure not to notice
the chaos left in her wake
for goodness sake
comes later in the day
with clearing

is there a single utensil
left untouched
or a bowl or pan clean
of ingredients or
left over cooking

well is there

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

ah yes chris. almost as if sent from the angels this poem. ten yrs ago to the day my maternal grandmother passed. No one could bake like her. Fridays were her day of wonders. Pies, tarts, cakes, homemade bread. A day of gathering. Even in adulthood, all her grandchildren knew Friday was the day to visit. Sometimes thought the only reason we kept in touch was because of her call to our stomachs. This beautiful poem lightens an otherwise dark-tinged day of memory.

Ken

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Ken, I am so pleased that this poem lightened a dark tinged day of memory for you. Anniversaries can be difficult. Pleased you visited and were reminded of your beloved grandmother and her wonderful baking. Thank you so much.

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

A fine poem shinning the light on this skilled lady in cooking and feeding techniques. It is an art work to be able to know, mix and bake ingredients let alone to know temperatures, due times.
Now to you poet, you are cooking your verses with the right ingredients.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for that welcome and lovely review Sami. Yes, it is a skill to be able to create such wonderful things to eat. Our Beth is as great cook. The dishes ….. a mild irritation :))

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

I agree. You are welcome 😊

[Coyote Poetry]

Nothing as wonderful as a good cook. Female or male. I loved the poetry. Some people love to bake and create masterpieces of food. Myself, I am a good cook. Thank you dear Chris for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Coyote. Our Beth is a marvelous cook. She is forgiven for being messy:)) Nice to hear that you are a good cook too. Hope your Sunday has been a good one.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Chris. I hope you are doing well and enjoying the days of Summer.

[John the Baptist]

I can identify with this one. My wife does the cooking, i handle the cleanup. All I can say is thank God for dishwashers.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you John. We have a dishwasher. Sadly not nearly large enough to cope with the aftermath:) Thank you for stopping by.

Chris

[AYVID N]

Baking is such a fun filled activity! Yet it does leave a mess. I am the type that cleans as they cook and the kitchen should be spotless in my wake so this was so amusing to read. An endearing poem dear Chris. Your love and affection shine through. ❤

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks DIVYA . Our Beth needs to take a few extra lessons. She’s a great baker and cook, but oh so very messy:) Pleased you enjoyed this little poem. I do of course appreciate greatly her cooking skills.

Chris

[Neville]

sounds like your Beth and my Bex went to the same cookery classes .. am gonna stop write there becuz my muse just jabbed me in the ribs with her pen ... thanks for nudging her on my behalf our Chris .. Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Ha! So you’ve got one too Neville:). Not complaining about the cooking, that’s great, just the aftermath. I sincerely hope that pen jabbing in your ribs by your muse, didn’t spoil your Sunday lunch. Hope you have had a great day :)

Chris

[Neville]

Yes a good day was had by all our Chris, thanks .. and I know what you mean about the aftermath .. it can look like a blast sight .. Have a marvellously memorable Monday .. Neville

[D. Mansfield]

I keep the clean up simple, I only own one of each plate fork spoon, etc

[Chris Shaw]

You are a wise man. Thank you for stopping by to review DM.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that's funny...sounds like me when I cook...I seem to use every pot and pan in the cupboard.
I have to try to find the meal I made among all the utensils, and pots.
this poem made me hungry, and also made me want to volunteer to do the dishes.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you J. I assure you , you wouldn’t volunteer to do the dishes if you saw them. She’s a great little cook though.

Chris

[Andra Dare]

This imagery draws one right into the kitchen, redolent with such soul-healing, body grounding delights. From the first stanza I received a vivid image of the entire anthropomorphized kitchen breaking into a gigantic, satisfied smile. :)

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Andra for stopping by to share your thoughts. Have a good Sunday.

Chris