baked 02 Friday Oct 2020 Posted by Bill Bisgood in Haiku, Poetry ≈ 15 Comments Tagsbaking, cake, christmas, food, Haiku, kitchen, poem, Poetry On tradition Kitchen smells delight spices, fruits soaked in cognac Christmas cake is baked! Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
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Salivating!
First of six, don’t know if I can delay the gratification!
And I thought farmers were patient! 🙂
As I remember, not about cake.
This Haiku brings back warm memories!
That’s good, thank you 😊
What a delicious sensing.
Glad you like it, a pity we can’t share a slice.
You are way too organised. I just about managed a syrup pudding 2 hours before consumption.
I’ve never been called ‘organised’, spent a lifetime trying to catch up. Besides, I think yo have a busy life calling on you. (ahhh, syrup pudding!)
Wait, it’s not even Halloween yet! LOL
Traditional time here for Christmas cake bake, has to be fed booze over a couple of months. Probably an excuse to tipple. 😎
Ah, I didn’t know that. Ok, carry on. And enjoy! 😉
I shall, cheers! 😊
🙂 Happy imbibing! 😉 *as she raises her shot of whiskey