Flourless Cake

Measure and mix,
add, stir and bake;
the kitchen sings -
she's making a cake.

Sun through the window,
flour in her hair,
the oven is warm,
fragrant, the air.

Wash the dishes,
lick a finger,
cakes like these
make visitors linger.










Is life most blissful when most simple?









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