A sprawl of ingredients on the table,
A big mixing bowl and wooden spoon,
Measuring, stirring, adding, mixing,
Hills of dough like a sandy dune.
Dropping spoonfuls on a shiny pan,
Into a warm oven it goes,
Anticipation mixed with the burden of dishes,
A sweet scent travels to my nose.
Signs of perfection are now being revealed.
A golden complexion speckled with chocolate,
Hastily dunked in a cool glass of milk,
Chewy and yummy. What a hit!
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