This morning I woke up in the heat of summer, low on seritonin and happy pills in general, so decided today is the day for ice cream (and anything else I can find).
So I indulged in ice cream and Turkish delight and homemade milkshakes and marshmallows and pasta followed by seconds and lemon dessert and candy and went back for more ice cream and cheese toasties with extra cheese. And coffee with cream because who cares about soy.
The day is not over yet.
Add style to the vanilla
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Strawberries are strawberry
And can be eaten too
Pecan, berry and
Fruit next to Shepherd’s, sold in
Local bakery
At times when I am in a rush
I find myself in a bakery
Just around the corner
From where my home would be
I grab a coffee to help me out
And if luck be on my side
Behind glass counter gloriously
There’s a pie to feed the family
Well, I am ashamed I must admit
For any pie – when I was but a child –
Would have been prepared so lovingly
By grandma who rolled the dough with care
The scent of pie
Would fill the air
We would wait quite anxiously
For mere taste of pie smelling savory
Times have changed
And time’s decreased
So to take me back
To my inner youth
There is nothing like
A pie from the bakery
With mashed potato on the top
Baked in oven until golden brown
So nowadays
When I am short of time
The scent of pie from the bakery
Fills my kitchen, and comforts me!
*image to follow
when next I am in
the bakery*
Shepherds Pie
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