Tuesday, 11 September 2012

A Plain Cook's Prayer by Kathy Pimlott

Deliver me from cakes who could do
with pulling themselves together –
torte, glossy, but with anxious leanings;
pavlova, whimsical and brittle.

Give me at teatime a Victoria,
smugly  glorious on its doily,
a stoical date and walnut,
a valiant  take-me- as-you-find me bun.

Let a lemon drizzle save me
from the melancholy of éclairs,
savarin’s wild despair, the quiet disdain
of violet macaroons.

O cakes of England,
rise and comfort me.

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