Cuddly was not an adjective used to describe Timmy
Rarely was he not bellyaching or griping about something
And even though you would think he had a hard shell he was really a softy
Because of that people would just devour him when the season was right
Chocolate chips, brown sugar, vanilla extract play lead guitar
Oh, and all the stuff that gives it structure like a good back beat
Organize the lumps of raw dough on a baking sheet
Keeping good social distance between them
Igniting the oven and bringing it to temp so this party can get started
Everything comes out ooey, gooey, and so bad for you. Yum!
For the recipe of the above pictured cookies go to: https://sallysbakingaddiction.com/giant-chocolate-chip-cookies/
(I have not tried them yet, but they look awesome!)
Crunching on this piece of Nashville hot fried chicken
Relishing in the heat and texture dancing in my mouth
It is a spiritual experience to be sure
So much noise and so much spice
Perhaps I should have gotten that milkshake after all
Yeppers, as my mouth begins to erupt, yes, I should have
Can’t get a seat at the table?
Relegated to looking on, waiting for something to hit the floor?
Under foot and unnoticed?
Maybe this year is when you stand up and demand a seat.
Become a partner with those who should be your peers.
So stop settling for mere…
While being gluten free was not the lifestyle she wanted
Her choices were that or get sick as her body destroyed itself
Eventually she would get used to the changes in her diet
And find awesome alternatives to those things she loved to eat
The smell of fresh baked bread would always bring a tear to her eye
Bountiful buttery baked breads
Announced themselves with heady smells that promised
Killer carbs that would have you begging to die
Even though stuffing one more loaf into your piehole makes you shudder
Reaching that limit, then pushing past it is a sign of a magnificent…
Cuisine so fine that that it demanded to be taken out for a dinner date
He showered her with flavors that were tart, sweet, salty, and spicy
Everything balanced to a perfection, a true masterpiece of culinary art
Food may be temporally empheneral, but the memories of that meal will be eternal
Being a Pinto type of guy
Everyone was worried about Tom’s back end
And they should be because of the potential of being explosive
No one wanted to see that come to pass
Residing all along a line
Outside sitting on a bench of pine
Wolfing down the meal upon which they dine
Spice up your bland world
Allow each day to be tasty
Leave yourself sated with what you experienced
Then dream about the flavor of tomorrow