sticky
the faucet drips
honey flows in the bowl
slowly, clings to spoon for licking
greedy fingers wipe the beater spotless
coat our tongues with sweet, gooey mess
the mouthfuls we desire
come from batter
sticky
~
Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me
Entry posted in poetry & Rictameter Verse.
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… and there’s me still trying to cut down after Christmas! Reads nice though!
Haha…Thank you! Enjoy those veggies. 😊😉
Now I want to make some cookies, you are so good.
Lol…Thank you, Manuel! Save a few for me. 🍪🍪🍪
Wish I knew how to make some. How are you today Tanya?
Hahaha…I will save a few for you then. I am great. How about you?
Yay! lo I am doing good.
😊😊
food! nom, nom, nom. getting some of this snow your way???
We have had nothing but rain since last night. All my snow is gone. My backyard is mud. Lol
Enjoy your snow!
That is a phase of the culinary adventure. Cute post! 💕
Thank you! I think it is the unrefined, embrace-your-inner-child phase. 😊😉
….with an ever-ending, evolving appetite for delicious culinary shares!☕
Absolutely!
You do create wonderful scenes 😀
Thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed it.😊
Mmm delicious!
Thank you! Glad you found it yummy.😊