I packed our dinner But cold food was a bad choice It can’t quell fall’s chill
I blogged a blah meal It was dry, beige and banal Forgot cookbook mark
It looked edible In print but what appeared on The plate was frightening
She was ten and cooked Cookies, cornbread and hot dish Avoiding homework?
Flour smeared kitchen Waves of ripping wax paper Waft of toasted crumbs
Gift wrapping remnants Kitchen dusted with flour Must be December