baking
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You were a terrible friend. Words really cannot express how unpleasant it was to be friends with you.
I've had a long day, full of three quizzes and a test,
I want to get home, take a break and rest.
Maybe ignore the homework for an hour, please?
I get to the kitchen, turning the oven to 400 degrees,
Feeling the flames on the side of my face;
Smiling, laughing in this bustling space.
I have found where I belong-
All hopes are high. Nothing can go wrong.
My arm burns from whipping. The eggs froth and foam,
Reaching for something great,
It's almost here I cannot wait.
Following my dreams and not giving up,
Baking
It's always been my passion
But I never realized
How much work it could be
From the schooling to the fees
I never knew how much work it really was
But even though it's tough
The Joy of Baking
Do what you love
Never work a day
Alone in the apartment
Just the oven and I.
I bake up a storm
Never stopping to worry
Just cookies and cakes
They say it is a gift to watch the sport of life
play by play in perfect precision.
Let them have twenty of twenty
five of five.
They ever so laissez faire.
To become famous is a dream of mine, I've told myself that a couple of times.
Being known, Traveling the world, Or to be looked down upon with plenty of stares?
Smooth, wood shelf, open and close
Silver, shiny curves, empty dome
White powder, packs and flies
Pure crystals, numerous and fine
Pale yellow, takes a new form
Flowing liquid, slowly pour
The smell of 'nanas fill the air
I really just can't wait
The oven is so heated now
The bread is surely late
My patience is a'lowering
The smell is just too strong
My two bare feet standing, moving throughout the small kitchen.
Sounds of pans being placed on the counter, spoons in metal bowls
The fridge opening and closing, the timer of the oven beeping and the mixer running.
The simple ingredients make it good.
Mixing and whisking, adding and stirring,
Batter is forming, like any cake would.
“When is it done?”, my sister’s incurring,
Not long now, for the cake is soon rising.
