Thursday, August 6, 2009

Someone to Frost my Cake


I love baking. A lot. Yesterday, I baked a cake for a family 
party. All was coming out roses until it came time to frost. 
I'm not gonna lie: I've never frosted my own cake before.
Decorating I can do, but putting down the frosting canvas 
is not my specialty. As I frosted the cake, it fell apart on me. 
It turned out fine in the end, but it wasn't nearly as pretty 
as the cakes my friend always frosts for me. As I lamented 
her absence, I really wished I had her there to frost my cake.


I gather the cocoa, the sugar, the flour;
I pour in the water and oil.
Mixing, mixing, turning, and whisking--
the batter splatters the counter, the bowl 
and my hair. 

The smooth satin mixture tumbles into the mold,
then I shut the oven door. 


Heat and rising, wait and harmonizing.

The clock dings done, cooling commences, 
the filling and frosting await. 

Assembly begins, the filling goes in, the layers 
form their spire--the cake goes up, to scrape the 
sky as it goes higher and higher. 

As soon as I step back to admire
it buckles and frowns--under the frosting
the facade topples
down. 

I didn't have the perfect hand, 
to frost my cake and it still stand. 

At the baking and assembling I'm well adept,
but I always fail at this important step;
so next time I venture out to bake,
I'll bring a friend to 
frost my cake. 

1 comment:

The Playin' Lakins said...

All that matters is the taste
Not the form or color of the paste

Okay, I'm not a poet. It took me five minutes to get that much! But the cake was delicious!