Write a bit of poetry or prose that takes place: in the kitchen.
Today I'm working on getting prompts scheduled to post from now until Tuesday, so I'll be going radio silent from now until after the honeymoon. I'll get to the comments that you guys post over the next few days eventually (See? I've learned not to promise a specific time.)
Take care and I'll see you in a few days as a married man.
The muffins are in the oven,
Smelling like heaven's creation,
While my angel browses cookbooks
And I wait for my salvation.
My eager stomach growls loudly,
Jealous of my nose's pleasure,
So I silence it with a sip
Of this bottled liquid treasure.
The timer at last sounds the end,
Of both baking and my torture,
So I grab the biggest muffinAnd get burned by the damned scorcher.