Saturday Cake Bake

Saturday Cake Bake

A Poem by Chris Shaw

happiness came in stone coloured  crockery
in a pudding bowl with a wooden spoon
with each stirring of something special

creamiest of mixtures worked and poured
into baking tins placed high on oven racks
timed to rise to light and airy perfection

kitchen aromas drifted into the sitting room
where Ernie sat in his comfy chair
busy making roll ups in front of a red glow fire

tissue thin paper sandwiched a pinch of baccy
pressed and rolled into shape then finished with  
spit lick before being stored in an old tin

but the best bit of all for a seven year old fidget
the remains left in the bowl of plenty
handed over by nan with a smile and a wink

© 2022 Chris Shaw


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Yes who doesn’t love the last lickings?, almost every child that I know, what a nice take family togetherness and warmth and love for each other….and it’s also fun to cook together as well…..and then Ernie busy making his rollups and gently putting them in a tin……the glow of the fire tops it off….warm a cozy Chris!
Best, B

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much Betty. I appreciate your kind review. All the best.

Chris
Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

you're very welcome dear Chris
hope all is well'
Best, B



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this is so very yummy .. reminded me of my very own mummy and the cake mix at the bottom of the earthenware bowl, the wooden spoon, her flour dusted pinny and oh' bloody hell gall, so many other bloomin delicious and lovely things ..................... thank you for taking my mind off me tooth :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

A trip down memory lane can be so rewarding at times Neville and if it helps to forget toothache whi.. read more
You took me there on your road of nostalgic words , lovely poem

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Seems like yesterday sometimes. Sometimes I wish it was.
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Forgot my manners. Thanks for the review Stuart :)
Stuart Munro

1 Year Ago

Thanks Chris
Many a choc covered bowl or spoon my sister and I would lick clean
Great poem and brings lots of memories back to all who read I bet

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you dear Julie. The best bit about bake day. Licking the bowl :)

Chris
This piece works well with non-rhyming tercets Chris. A busy kitchen I suspect (Ernie had the toughest job though).

Kind regards, Alan

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thanks Alan. Yes Ernie kept well out of the kitchen while Nan baked :) Appreciate the read and your .. read more
A lovely memory that brought me back to childhood. Really enjoyed this. Thanks for posting

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thanks for your lovely review. Pleased you stopped by.

Chris
Ranger Kessel

1 Year Ago

Your welcome
You paint a wonderful scene with this one. It has a such a colorful tinge of innocence throughout. Reminds me of my Nan and Grandad before I could believe that they had been anything but love incarnate. (I found out later that they didn't always get along and were actual real people with bad days, good days, terrible days, so on. Who knew?) This played very well in my imagination. Thanks for that.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thanks CD, pleased to bring you some memories of your own grandparents. Didn't they do well, putting.. read more
a lovely delightful read
brings back those memories
of goodies being made and
of course taking pleasure
in licking the mixing bowl
lovin' this one..

Nice Work Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Fran. So many people have memories of licking the bowl after baking. That makes me smile. .. read more
You brought back some great memories for me. I would sit on a stool just waiting for my Mom to give me that big bowl!

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Pleased to have stirred those memories Donna. Strange how much of a universal theme, that bowl is. S.. read more
I really enjoyed reading this. To me it seemed to be a wonderful ode, calm to baking.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you rest city for stopping by and leaving such a nice comment. You are appreciated.
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rolling your own is a lost art i am afraid ... men take pride in such things ...one of our adorable traits ;))))))))))))))))))))) ... my Ma could bake .. all kinds of things and I do not recall any "failures" .. ever .. she learned everything from her Ma .. things had to be just right .. licking the bowl or getting a pinch of dough .. the reward for patience and not "begging" .. boy does this one put me right back in me Ma's kitchen .. thanks, Chris .. for sharing ... i missed her a little more this past week or so ...

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Pleased to stir your memories of your Ma's kitchen especially as you have been missing her more this.. read more

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