It is right before Christmas
And all through my home
There are dozens of cookies.
And I made up this poem....
I’d been baking and baking
And baking and baking
(I know I’m repeating)
My feet - they were aching.
It was time to bake cookies
For Tuesdays with Dorie
(And right now we’re at
The main part of my story.)
I’d measured out flour
And sugar and - yes - butter
And tho’ I was weary
I continued to putter.
I spooned out some ginger
And lovely peach jam
Then thought - "Gonna take
A quick nap - that I am!"
I flopped on the couch
And drew up a blanket
And Scratchy, so playful,
Proceeded to yank it.
I drifted off quickly
For how long, I knew not,
When awakened I was
By the clang of a pot.
No - ‘twas more like a mixing bowl
Struck by a whisk.
But how? I’m in here -
Don’t be silly! Tsk, tsk!
Then I heard it again
There was something awry
So I got to my feet
Quite determined to spy.
I peered in the kitchen
And what did I see?
Not a cat, as I’d thought,
But a baking fairy!
If she’d heard me at all
From her perch on a chair
(For she wasn’t so tall.)
In the bowl of the mixer
Then turned on the oven -
That cute little trickster.
She spooned out the dough
Onto parchment-lined pans.
So baking them, too,
Was a part of her plans!
Now into the oven
The sheet pans were slid
And you know, cookie baking
Was not all she did.
She washed all the dishes
And put them away,
And cleaned my house - spotless! -
In less than a day.
When the cookies were finished
So was the sprite
She’d done so much for me
In my pre-Christmas plight.
She turned once to view me
And gave a quick wink
And then she was gone -
In a flutter of pink.
And I heard her advise
Like she thought me a rookie -
"Happy Tuesdays with Dorie!
Now, go have a cookie!"
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Thanks to Heather of Randomosity and the Girl for choosing this week's recipe. You can find the recipe on her site or in Dorie Greenspan's Baking: From My Home to Yours. To see how all the other TWD poets-of-the-kitchen did this week, go here.
