~.~

"Love for food surpasses all," said she,
With a mouthful of sticky toffee pudding
And Christmas was still a month away.
Every herb, spice and grain
Found their way into her kitchen.

Every crumb of her food
Was filled with flavory things.

She'd make trifles, she'd bake cakes
She'd work on sugar cookies all day.
Carrot cakes and pumpkin pies, with fancy crusts
And sugary drizzles, sweet and tangy, syrupy pancakes;
Not just sweet but savory too –
Like delish quiches, pastas and sausages she made
Every other day to eat and share,
And say,

"Eat, World, without a care!"

~.~