Poetry, Short Stories

I don’t bake



I don’t bake.
It’s not that I can’t,
Actually, I can,
And if in the mood
I rather enjoy it!
But alas,
I must admit,
I don’t like the feeling
Of flour on my fingers.
I’m a clean freak —
I don’t like the mess.

I’ll cook though.
I love to experiment
With my cooking.
Blending flavors,
Taking chances,
Doing the unusual,
Ignoring the recipe.

Baking needs too many rules.
Perhaps that’s why it peeves me so.
Measurements need to be precise
Or things will go wrong.
I hate that!
Cooking gives me more freedom
To explore my eccentric side.
I guess one can experiment
With baking just the same,
But I know what my strengths are,
Baking is not one of them.
At least I’m honest!

But then again,
A wise soul
Has been encouraging me
To dig deep and challenge myself.
So perhaps I’ll take a stab at baking
When the weather cools a bit.
Because there’s no baking
Happening here in the summer.
Remember that saying,
Get out of the kitchen
If you can’t take the heat.
Hey, you don’t have to tell me twice!

Contents written: September 9 2016
Originally published: September 14 2016
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