Today’s alarm did not ring out,
Instead the morning sun caressed,
My face, teasing me awake.
Did I feel guilty? Pleasurably!
With tasks postponed, time to relax,
Until the taste of warmed croissant,
And ritual brewing of our tea,
Contrived to lure me out of bed…
Lazy mornings are currently few and far between, but today we managed one. Lovely.
(02.05.22)
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A fish ingot golden not brown
Alongside a portion of chips
Not fries but thickly cut and bagged
Salt sprinkled, paired perfectly with
A bite of vinegar splashed over
All wrapped in sweating paper, warm
Carefully rolled, corners tucked tight
And popped into a plastic bag
To take home quick, this British treasure
I drove the long straight drive to Bristol this evening. On arrival, I felt a portion of fish and chips had been earnt.
(17.02.22)
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We traded favourite flavours
And swapped celebrity chefs
Compared inherited recipes
Until we had full sets
One trusted only Berry
Another Delia Smith
Some bish-bash-boshed with Jamie
But I like Nadiya best
A quick doodle today after over heating a conversation at foodbank about cookery.
(31.12.21)
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Two lopsided apples freshly plucked from
The branches of our garden tree hanging
Within easy reach scrubbed clean and
Checked all over for signs of wildlife
Circumference scored with small knife then
Core carved out its hollow packed with
Dried raisins and dates and sprinkled
With bittersweet cinnamon to season
Placed in an oven hot to swell a
Fruit sauna sweating juices flowing
Until soft throughout then served with
Fresh cream poured perfecting
Baked homegrown apples make a perfect autumn dessert.
(19.11.21)
© Ben Quant 2021
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