Whisk affair
When my mind is in a whirl
unable to stay in line
I then give my whisk a twirl
shifting focus works each time
shaky hands calmly measure
exactness begs attention
deftly effecting erasure
of the nerve-racking tension
as vanilla marries nutmeg
and butter embraces flour
I beat blues as I beat eggs
sugar counters my mood sour
My worries scatter and dart
as I wield my trusty whisk
mellowness cradles my heart
the sweet, warm smell a balmy mix
satiated sighs, leftover crumbs
are my craven heart’s refuge
when depredation makes me numb
baking, antidote to news deluge.
Written for Mel.
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Poetry and baking, an awesome combination. Can I have a slice please šš¼
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Please…help yourself, Sadje. ššš¼
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How brilliant Putnam.
xoxo
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Gab, thanks so much! ā¤ļøš·š
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Satiated sighs, always seeking those wonderful sighs.
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Always, Paul…always. š
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Delightful!
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Thanks, Heather.
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You’re welcome.
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Looks and sounds delicious, Punam. I’ve often done the same thing–
I’m also guilty of “procrastibaking.” š
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Itt was delicious, if I may say so, Merril! š Thanks.
Yes, I am guilty of “procrastibaking ” too! š
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You’re welcome! š
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Cooking is always a refuge for me as well. I like the way your words dance. (K)
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The best refuge in my opinion, with delicious results to boot. Thanks, Kerfe.
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I love the look of this!! And the poem just rolls off the tongue!
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Val, much appreciated.
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Cooking helps, doesn’t it?
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Always, Bo, at least for me.
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Beautifully distracting.
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Absolutely. How are you doing?
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Better, thanks, sort of. There’s always sth, you know how it goes. If it’s not us, it’s the kids, or work, or lack of it, or world affairs. I’m the suffering kind. I wish I was more happy go lucky, but it ain’t gonna happen, at least not in this lifetime. š
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I agree, there’s always something. It is very difficult to be happy go lucky in these times. I was, now it seems it was a lifetime ago.
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Seems like it.
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Nice and lovely mixture of poem, Punam.
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Kamal, glad you enjoyed it. Thank you. šš¼ā„ļø
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Welcome dear Punam š
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Baking as meditation – deliciously soothing, Punam!
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Thanks, Ingrid. š Baking always puts me in a good frame of mind.
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Scrumptiously delicious. Yum!
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Thanks so much, Selma.
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I had another Covid jab last night Puman because I am starting back in the NHS in a couple of weeks. When I came back to my nest, I had a shower and put my pyjamas on then set myself up in bed with my laptop because Jack was out at an event. He said when I came home both me and my laptop had fallen out of bed and were on the floor!!! lol! He said he helped me back into bed, and when my alarm clock did not rouse me this morning, he let me sleep until 11am!! Which I am a little bewildered by. Now I am up and awake and full of coffee.
Your poem was on my screen and made me smile so much reading through it. Such a perfect joyful baking poem to counter any rainy day!
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Aww! Poor you! I hope you are right as rain today. š
Thank you so much. I am delighted that you enjoyed it.
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Punam – my spelling reveals the coffee has not entirely kicked in!!!
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No worries! šā¤ļø
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How clever this is, Punam! Brilliant write.
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Eugi, delighted that you think so! Thank you. ā¤ļø
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Most welcome, Punam!
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Love your baking of words melded so perfectly Punam!
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Ha! Thanks for your appreciation, Cindy! ā¤ļø
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It’s my pleasure always dear Punam. Cheers š„
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š„cheers!
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This is a really entertaining poem.
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Thanks a lot, Robbie.
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Awesome picture and poem, food for thought and nourishment for the eyes and soul!
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Irene, that’s a lovely compliment! Thank you.
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Yep, totally get this. Made a pumpkin soup this morning. Blissful, like this lined, āI beat blues as I beat eggs
sugar counters my mood sourā Love that. Beautiful write, Punam. Oh, and your dish looks so delicious. ā¤ļøš¤
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Mmm, that sounds delicious, Jeff! I am so glad that it resonated. Thanks ever so much, my friend! ā¤ļøš¤
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I have never baked, but I will try everything once. My kitchen may be in for a disaster soon.
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Haha! Waiting for a verse on that.
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