Our magus cooked for more than just family
and she cooked for hours meticulously
She treated time as if it were a spell
Training here spice rack
Milling between seasons
Extracting the gardens
Most barren regions.
She'd cook
Food.
Special food
No, special fried rice
Maybe, and yam instead of mash
Apple crumble or rhubarb crumble
Depending on the season, and like her
garden and her peas she was minted.
For every spell she'd cast, the recipe made
Black stains on the bottom of the pans base
Which her wicked husband would remove from
The dishwasher.
A contest entry
- Witch, Witch, what are you cooking? by ea.
600 points, ended September 25, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Is this OTT?
Comments
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Nice<3
Good luck on the contest!
Veryyy interesting recipe, too, you have there.
When's dinner??
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Don't care if she is a magus. When is she inviting me to dinner? Or at least, she could send me the rhubarb crumble recipe.
Loved this write.
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There is always the trade-off of the dirty pan for the delicious morsel. I like what's on the menu here: fried rice and yams, apple & rhubarb crumble and the line you call out in your preview "like her garden and her peas she was minted," especially.
I'll take a step towards the cauldron on this one and say, "Yuuuuuuum".
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