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Cookie Contentment

Updated on March 10, 2012

Cookie Contentment

By Tony DeLorger © 2011

The smell of freshly baked cookies,

wafts from the kitchen,

and there’s nuts, lots of nuts.

I like nuts.

The kitchen comes alive when there’s baking,

that aroma imbues every implement and surface.

I feel like I’m in the country,

overlooking green fields dotted with patchwork cows.

Metal utensils clatter, hanging from suspended hooks,

a gentle zephyr streaming through an open window,

dried flowers rustling, pots clanking.

All for the smell of cookies,

they sit on a wire rack by the open window,

their warming superlative aroma,

filling the house with contentment,

enlivening everything,

with a sweet and calming aura.

That rich sweet crispy wafer of goodness,

a key to memories of childhood and comfort,

mother’s aprons and long dextrous fingers,

mixing bowls, trays and spatulas.

That first warm bite, a piece of heaven,

peanuts, choc chips and ginger snaps,

washed down with creamy milk in straight glasses.

I like cookies.


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      Tony DeLorger 6 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Thanks d.william and SJmorningsun25. Yeah go bake; I can already smell it from here. Thanks for reading.

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      SJmorningsun25 6 years ago

      I concur with d.william--time to go bake something. Yum.

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      d.william 6 years ago from Somewhere in the south

      Good job. I will now go bake something.