It sounds crazy yet she named him Jalfrezi.
In a hurry,
He applied butter on his toast
Wiped his hands on his clothes
Picked up his coffee mug
Looked down with a shrug
His face full of worry
His buttery fingers were no good in a hurry!
Day 6 Inktober – “Rodent”
Today Rumpy the Rat decided to make cheesecake so he used all his strength to carry a cheese mountain on his back for his cheesy affair.
When your kitchen smells like a bakery
You know there are happy times ahead.
Strawberry scones baked at home, recipe link below.
Lured into a bakery
By the warm smell of bread
& roasted coffee beans.
On a rainy morning,
At some time of the day in mid-winter
I heard a sound of hustling,
Was it the trees rustling?
No silly, it’s the silver crockery
Crowded in Malvern Buttery.
The sounds of murmur rise in the air,
Is this a cafe or a winter fair?
With the warm smell of coffee
and oven-baked soft breads
A tingling grumble rises deep in the belly.
What is the cause of your misery?
What has been pulling you down?
He asked with much curiosity.
All the while she looked down
With a vacant wide-eyed gaze.
She answered –
Lemon berry cheesecake trifles,
Mushy chocolate salted caramel macarons.
Oh, dear delicious berry
In red, black and blue
Lord, the sweetness
How I crave for you!
Is it the season or just my desire
That I wish to desperately savour you.
In jellies, jams, juices and cheese cakes
I have thought merely of you.
My sweet, sour, pulpy, juicy berries
All I want is you!
A piece of brownie
A packet of chips
A box of donuts
A can of beer.
Sunday goes like this.