Oh yes, it's a poem I wrote back in the spring for my poetry class. But it's accurate. And the cookies are amazing – like mouth-gasm amazing.
Bake them. I promise you'll love them.
Crack.
Crack.
The sound of the eggs splitting reminds me of the heart of mine that is currently broken.
As I pour in 1 cup of mild vegetable oil,
It reminds me of you slipping off to the library with her
I begin to mix faster, adding in three fourths cup of white sugar,
I’m surprised the librarian didn’t hear you singing Def Leppard in the act
and then three fourths cup of brown sugar,
Or the banging of the brown back books
Two cups of flour into the bowl-
flowers, you used to bring me those.
Pink roses, my favorite.
I wonder what HER favorite flower is.
1 teaspoon of salt-
Its going to take more than that to melt the ice on my heart.
1 teaspoon of baking soda goes in as well,
but it wont help us rise out of this situation.
One teaspoon of vanilla-
vanilla, your favorite flavor of ice cream,
the kind you will now share with her.
My favorite is chocolate chip,
and I would eat this whole 12oz bag if I didn't have to dump them in the batter.
As I grip the spoon and stir with all of my might,
I pretend like I am throwing punches at you.
WHY did you do this to me?
WHY did you leave?
WHY did you cheat?
Whew. I'm better.
I heat the over to three hundred and fifty degrees,
which I am assuming is the exact temperature of Hell,
where I hope you go.
I plop them in even rows onto the greased cookie sheet,
then smash them down,
pretending each little ball of dough is your face-
hope that fork feels good.
Into the oven for eight minutes-
eight, the number of months we were together.
I handle the pan with care as I pull it out of the oven,
paying close attention to what I am doing,
a feat you never learned to master.
One by one onto the cooling rack,
waiting for somebody to come by and enjoy them,
a phenomenon I feel like I will never enjoy again.
Do you pen poems about your food?
Don't be shy.
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Comments (15)
Hugs, and what a terrific poem! Food and cooking are so theraputic, they help us get in touch with our inner hungry person.
And I totally fail at chocolate chip cookies, they come out gross, but I am going to try your poetic recipe and see if I can get some poetic justice out of it.
I totally cannot understand men who leave a baking woman for a non baking woman. I recently was left behind by a boyfriend (former chef) who I brought homemade goodies too several times a week. I doubt he will ever find someone who will love him as sweetly as I did.
I love best the 350...exact temperature in hell part...
This is essentially the recipe on the back of the Nestle's bag of chips, with the exception that you have replaced the butter with vegetable oil. I make this recipe a lot, and have a few tips:
1. I use Crisco rather than vegetable oil. Better consistency, and now you can get it without trans-fats.
2. Refrigerate the chocolate chips. Then the melting is about right in the oven.
3. Too salty for me! I just use a pinch.
4. I use an electric mixer for the dough--add the salt and baking soda first so it mixes in better, the flour last. Then mix in the chips by hand.
5. You forgot the number of eggs: two.
6. I like a cookie that is crisp on the outside, soft on the inside. So I bake at 375 deg. for 8 minutes. And I don't smash them with a fork--I spoon out balls of dough on the sheet.
7. I use parchment paper on my cookie sheets rather than greasing them.
here is a short story I wrote recently that is about baking...and love
http://manicbaker.ireallylikefood.com/715301470/sometimesa-story/
That's pretty cool. (: I don't write a lot as English isn't my favorite subject. ;[
What a creative way to discuss your feelings about something rather sad. God bless and take care.
very creative and unique :D.
When my wife walked out on me, I couldn't cook anymore. It's like all the passion and love I had in my cooking had just vanished, and I would sit in the kitchen in the dark, staring at the stove and at all my All-Clad, hanging there uselessly, reflecting the light from the street outside.
Food and Love are so intertwined for me, that when my Love broke, I couldn't cook anymore. Six years of cooking for her every morning and night, all suddenly ending without warning, felt like my heart had been torn from my soul. Every time I tried to cook for myself, I just ended up breaking down and throwing the pan into the sink. I can't cook with a broken heart.
I don't think I cooked for a whole year.
I still have a hard time doing it sometimes, cooking for two; when there's only one to sit at my table and eat.
cleverrr (~.^)
That's a really good poem, i'm sorry for the reason it was written, though.
Now I want chocolate chip cookies.
dammit!
@manicbaker - I know what you mean, about Food/cooking/baking and Love. I didn't read what you'd posted here until I posted my own experience on the thread.
I feel the same way; about leaving someone who cooks or bakes for you tirelessly. Personally, I always dreamed of meeting a woman someday who was a baker, and would bake for me; while I could cook for her.
If you want a chocolate chip cookie recipe that just might double as a weapon of mass destruction, check out this link:
http://janusfiles.xanga.com/662517853/the-ultrazord-of-chocolate-chip-cookies/
It's good, but I think it still needs just a little more chocolate.
when i read this poem i felt like i was making the cookies, and could smell the sweet aroma~
Love Dessert da BESTTT <3
wow that was amazing! i love it!!! and no i've never thought to do something like that...probably because i'm not amazingly creative like that. you should enter it into a contest lol. sure it's emo, but even older adult judges have experience with heartache.
... how many eggs do you use? I was about to go make some so I checked this post out again...
I had never considered writing poetry about food until my second boyfriend and I broke up and I drowned my sorrow in ice cream, which is a piece of poetry I believe is posted on my blog on this site. It's not quite as creative as yours was here, but that is the first and only food poem I've ever written. This was very well written *kudos*