From the youngest age, the kitchen was
Simply the best place to be because
It was full of strange and wondrous things
Like colanders and rolling pins!
I could spend hour after happy hour,
Filling bowls and sifting flour.
By 5 I’d learned how best to bake,
And made myself a birthday cake.
I love that sense of alchemy,
When cooking a meal, or brewing tea,
I may look meek but when I bake I’m wild,
I’m the archetypal Flour Child.