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Baking

Rainy evening. Cold and empty house.
The Cat came from his outdoor wanders
Either because it is a bad weather even for him
Or maybe he just decided to check on me.
Anyway I am not listening to his lazy purrs.
I have decided to make a dessert.
I take
1 cup of almond flower,
3 table spoons of melted butter,
3 teaspoon of poppy seeds,
And 3 teaspoons of sugar.
I've added a pinch of salt and a few drops of vanilla extract.
The oven is warming to 350
While I am playing with the soft dough,
Making a blob, dividing it in eight equal portions.
It feels good, slightly greasy, it's softens my skin,
It cheers me up, it warms my spirit.
It is 8:03. I've started baking.

Now I am waiting.
It's taken nine minutes to write this note.
I've checked the cookies they still look suspiciously pale.
I am not very experienced cook.
But I feel a good smell and suspect that perhaps they are on a right track.
My senses are sharpened,
I am getting exceedingly nervous.
"What if you burn them," I hear the fridge gargling.
the window panes rattle, “they will be totally raw”.
And the Cat came and set just in front of the stove
As if saying that cookies need careful eye of the independent observer.

Oh my!
Three more minutes have passed.
Time can be stretchy sometimes.
If I only knew it, I would bake the damn cookies non stop all my life.
8:20
Ready or not I am taking you out!!!

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the cookies bake too long, you surely will have a [desert]! Dessert is the correct spelling. The window panes could be right, in saying that they will be [raw] not row. I enjoyed this, but it seemed like you paid too much attention to the recipe and not enough to getting the feel! The capitalization of the cat seems odd, unless it's name is Cat? ~ Geezer.
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Thank you very much for your corrections.

IRiz

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Be careful of using the poppy seeds
They contain morphine to end your appetite
They make you drowsy and off your head
Best to buy some cake from the shop instead.

Please don't drive if your cakes you have eaten
The nasty policeman will have you beaten.
Take care and just send your seed to me.
I hear they is good for pain you see.

But I will plant them instead as I love Poppies..
Take care great to read your words x

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Ha ha, Ian.
In Russia we ate a lot of poppy seeds with desserts. It was one of the most common.
My guess you need some sort of extraction process to get to the opioids. In the majority of the recepies the seeds are just a good source of fiber. Thank you for reading. I hope the poem made you smile, I posted it as a joke.

IRiz

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I have jars of poppy seeds here I collect them from my poppies each year the flowers are so lovely and after scraping the seed pod then refining it in my moonshine shed, it gives you the world in a smoky sort of way. LOL
Have a lovely day and great to make you laugh,
Yours Ian .. x

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Give critique to help keep Neopoet great.
Unconditional love to you all.
"Learn to love yourself first"
Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

I visualized 3 Meters here

tolerance
impatience
excitement
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raj (sublime_ocean)

Hi Raj, I hope you smiled at some point.

IRiz

author comment

Yes Indeed IRiz, I certainly did smile at many aspects of your poem...like a cat smiles...since I read it from a Cat's perspective...
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raj (sublime_ocean)

Hahaha, thank you for taking the perfect angle!

IRiz

author comment

well..I may be wrong in my perception but that was my take on this poem which I think is more about instinct...i must say though that you baked a nicely flavored poem....hope you gave your cat a well deserved petting for his checking out on you ..may be even a catnip :)
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raj (sublime_ocean)

Yes you have got it perfectly

IRiz

author comment

The smell of something baking is part of what turns a house into a home. I have no suggestions other than maybe add a bit of cinnamon lol......stan

Lol, thank you, my friend

IRiz

author comment

So how did they turn out lol I came in late in the game so all corrections and suggestions have been made. Love the fact there is a cat in the poem Oh if you like the feel of dough in your hands try baking bread it does wonders for the mind

Hello ShadowDance,
They come out okay for a gluten free version of a butter cookie. Thank you for your suggestion!

IRiz

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have you some
I am about to come
This time I shall ring not the door
your bell doesn't work
and so I will bang the door
if it doesn't open my hammer will work

Please save one from your
Mr He
Cat
Smart one

Ha ah. Lovedly, it is too late.
None of the cookies left.
But I will bake something new again.

IRiz

author comment

I Shall wait
still in Q
for whatever you bake
a cake do make
chocos one
lovedly loves taste
thnx but no need of haste
I can smell the taste

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