GloPoWriMo: Day 2

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GloPoWriMo: Day 2

The Day 2 prompt was to write a poem inspired by, or in the form of, a recipe.  It could be a recipe for something real, like Grandma’s lemon chiffon cake, or for something imaginary, like a love potion or a spell.  I struggled for a while to think of something for this one, toying with the idea of doing something for Yorkshire pudding, but then not wanting to give away my family’s recipe for it!  In the end, I decided to do a humourous cake recipe, dedicated to everyone who will never quite make it on to the Great British Bake Off.  And just so you know, I made the cake in the picture, but the story in the poem is completely made up.

 

The Perfect Cake for the One You Love

Step 1: Preparation
Log on computer
Open Pinterest
To search for recipe
Look at and pin
Pictures of cute outfits and cats
Remember the cake
Search for recipes

Step 2: Mix it up
Narrow down search
So that pictures of
Roasted lamb and sparkly nails
Disappear and only cakes are left
Find something you like
Wow that looks complicated
Type easy before cake in search

Step 3: Stir well
Easy cake recipe found
Pin to board and screenshot
For ease of reference
Go through kitchen cupboards
To see what you already have
Nothing, to the shops then
For ingredients, and a cake tin

Step 4: Almost done
Arrive home from shops
Unpack everything and get organised
Curse yourself for buying plain flour
Remember you can fix it with baking powder
Or is it bicarbonate of soda
Argh, better put both in
Just to be on the safe side

Step 5: Bake
Put cake into oven
Realise it’s cold
Turn oven on
Set the timer for an extra ten minutes
To make up for not pre-heating
Go into living room
To relax while it’s baking

Step 6: Cool
Wake up to sounds of
Smoke alarm and crappy film
On Netflix that sent you to sleep
Run into kitchen opening all windows
En route frantically
And hoping that the grumpy
Neighbours upstairs haven’t noticed

Step 7: Decorate
Burn hand removing burnt
Mess from smoking oven
Sigh, bite right thumbnail
Think it can’t be so bad
Taste a tiny little bit
Realise even your burnt tongue
Knows that this tastes bad

Step 8: Cut
Ring Mum and ask her
How quickly she can bake
And bring you a cake

Serve with your favourite alcohol
With or without ice
As desired

                                                              

Copyright, D M Day, 2017

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