the glass spice jar of rosemary sits in the corner, bait to prying fingers and warm dough rising.
a set of hands banish her from her home, open her up to greedy senses and hearty-moans.
and then suddenly, her graceful throat tips, grinds of rosemary fall into buttered flour, and she settles around moles of dried cranberries, specks of shimmering sea salt, and passionate, cherry pink fingertips.
I'm baking bread with the sun out. My heart feels clear. I can breathe.
People show love in many ways A note on the bathroom door An extra brownie in your lunch box Starting the car on a cold morning For her it was in her food She cooked her emotions the way most chefs add salt You could taste them clearly in every bite connecting your tastebuds to your heart, If she was happy the steak melted on your tongue If she was sad the soup made a tear glisten in your eye But when she was in love with me Every Bite sang in my mouth She made my favorites every night Life was good But one day the bread wasn’t so fluffy It held a melancholy note i’ve never tasted before I asked what was wrong but she didn’t have the words to explain what she as feeling, So I let it go That was my mistake Day by day, she started to crumble So did her pies She went from a wonder dancing in the kitchen and licking the spoon To a hollow shell serving you lukewarm pasta that left you unsettled I excused her behavior I was busy she was stressed The food was only cold because I was so late to the table I didn’t realize it wasn’t dinner I was neglecting It was her If i could change one moment in my life, i’d be that night The one where she finally felt up to baking again We had some time together, she hummed a bit as she stirred the batter But then she stumbled and dropped a glass measuring cup of milk she was holding It was bitter irony seeing the woman i loved, The light of my life, Crying over spilled milk That’d be the moment i’d change I’d catch her wrist and hold her up Just Like I promised I would I wouldn’t fail her if I had another chance Our kitchen is quiet these days There's a thick layer of dust everywhere except the microwave And around the edges of the room are tiny bits of glass Glistening like diamonds Or unshed tears, Abandoned like me But I can’t complain After all, I abandoned her first I should have read the recipe I should have realized she was breaking I didn’t see it at first But every bite held a piece of her suicide note If i’d only tasted it before it was too late Now she’s gone My hearts as broken as that measuring cup And I’m the one crying over spilled milk
I want to live in a big house In the middle of a big town And in my big house In the middle of a big town I want to bake biscuits in my big kitchen And feed them to my friends Who come to visit my big house In the middle of a big town
Falling into his“Love Batter we learn to think what really matters its a science Not a test this is far from the reader's digest Traveling East or West what motivates you the best
How every ingredient makes you feel cozy Rose sprinkle no time to be (Rip Van Winkle) no sleepy time Chai tea time How do we ever find the time Telling someone to be mine be more entertaining then tell her you really love her what's inside her
How to flatter her and give her your better heart of time Send her an equally love letter with your love ingredients Be obedient with poise light up her baking flowers pansies A musical instrument with a subtle sound of noise Something is giving you the crunchies Her baking lips how they cream into the stem rose pink, I fell for her red-hot, ones love batter I wanted to drink Radiant as can be the next sugar high shot
Any suggestions On so many missions Love liaisons add some golden raisins Love was coupled hands mixed eyes double
Falling for him and lifting her up sings.
Her gravity spooned angelic wings.
sugared and floured hearts angel dust.
We bond together to trust.
For the right reasons Valentine all seasons.
I suggest we get started I cannot resist
The moon shuffles wedding list
Kisses of an hmm-yum gamble
He’s hot and I am cold
Weather together eyes coupled
We stay strong where we belong
You Betcha or I will bake ya…
When we come together we listen.
The birds heat lucky red words.
Get’s easier the same person glistens.
We have and baking fingers hold.
The same kisser reaction
extraordinary to marry.
Love triply floppy disk.
Hands wedding finger
mixing perfect whisk.
How he bakes me a cake.
His easy task heavenly
love falling ingredients divinely.
All the right condiments.
Sugar dissolved love pursued.
I never in my life felt like this.
Love so crazy glued…
This is a remedy for love mixing some fine ingredients but it was getting really hard to mix she needed more creamy eyes of his batter but love to him was something of a different time matter
The corpse was still there this morning My wife had left it covered with a towel Strange though to feel such emotion When I had slept like a log in denial
It's a reality of life and I accept it The search for perfection is fraught The mistakes can make you a sceptic And Bread can be bought from a shop
My first disaster bake since beginning my Bread making binge 6 weeks ago. Sadly it had to happen on Valentines Day with what was to be a special loaf of Bread. Was it too wet? Was the water to hot for the yeast? Were expectations too high? Oh Dear. Too many variables. Back to the baking board.
My head aches As I bake It's jalapeno cake That I make No one eats for wonders sake I would just dip a finger and taste Thank god!! Nothing goes to waste Oh dear!! Here goes the drooping paste In the oven goes the bake 10mins of baking it will take I will take a nap then wake Check the cake to see if it's done Opened the oven , there was none All that was left was burnt crumb Time read 100mins rather then 10 Now what am I gonna feed my man!