In my kitchen, I create.
Breads to rise and cakes to bake.
Here, I stir…..
Knead and saute.
Spoons and knives, in happy disarray.
In my kitchen, I am Queen!
Baking cobblers, date bars and other sweet dreams.
Soups and salads, lovingly prepared.
With a smidge of spice and a dash of flair.
Blissfully, I’m lost….
In heady aromas and tastes.
A world of flavors and delights to partake.
I am home.
Oh so free.
This truly is, where I am ME!
The stress of the day is left behind.
It’s time to create, all problems resigned.
Pity those who can’t boil an egg.
Seeking culinary skills, they will often beg.
The chemistry of cooking, a wonder to share.
It’s almost like love, but with calories…
In my kitchen, safe and warm.
….’flour heaven’ ?
So glad to be home.
“In My Kitchen” -poem: G.H. Hartman © 2008
“Potato Raisin Scones” -photo: G. H. Hartman © 2006
PS: In case you are craving a fresh baked treat, right about now, here’s the link to the recipe for these delicious scones.