Dates soften in the pan –
I stir with preoccupation
fresh-faced excitement
motivating each step.
I measure sugar, oats,
flour, the enormity
of my heart’s capacity
to love these young ones.
Add butter, and mix,
each stroke a hug,
anticipating enjoyment
a sweet connection.
Pat and bake, timer set,
bright eyes and tiny palms
lift upwards with sparkle –
Christmas cheer upon us.
(For Ragtag Community’s prompt: mix.Β Image from personal collection.)
When you cook like this, this is pure meditation. Therapeutic also.
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Yes, it is. Thanks Indira.
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This is the first time I’ve seen an explanation of how the love actually gets into the food. I love it!! *smiling*
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Ah, thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, V.J.!
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I hoped you sifted the flour VJ π
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Of course I dd, but thanks for the reminder.
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A beautiful and delicious memory, VJ. I hope everyone enjoyed the treats down to the last crumb. π
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Thanks Patti. Many smiles all around.
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love baked in for the grandies, so sweet π
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Thanks Kate.
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my pleasure VJ
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Such are the moments to cherish!
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They sure are. thanks.
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A shared experience like this is priceless. Happy Holidays
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Thanks Ali. It sure is.
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Such a precious moment!
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The best. Thanks
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Welcome.
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