AAM 11 - making cookies
The cookie-making impulse always strikes at night,
the colder and darker the better.
The scent of chocolate-chip mish-mash is irresistible,
licking off the beaters,
filling the house with cookie-warmth.
You might be sitting on the couch,
(in fact, you probably are)
reading, or watching television,
when it hits you upside the tastebuds:
semi-sweet chocolate waiting for you,
in the cabinet, behind the pots and pans,
hiding from Dad.
(Dads not supposed to have sweets;
if you make the cookies, youll have to hide them, too,
and you really ought to have made them before he got home from work.)
The thought of those tiny little chips
sets you salivating, and you pull yourself up out of the couch.
How many eggs do you have?
How much butter is there?
Did anyone bother to buy more brown sugar
after you upturned the last bag onto your oatmeal?
You quickly scan the kitchen, the cabinets,
the pantry and refrigerator;
your brain cataloguing ingredients and utensils.
This could work