Last spring semester, I took a creative writing class.
This was one of the first writing classes I had taken since coming to college, and it is actually the class that got me interested in being a creative writing minor. While other students were writing about past life events and things that had extreme impact on them, I was at the point of writing about the beach, swimming and baking. While eventually I did end up writing about some events that had significant impact on me, most of the time, I found myself writing about the other things that I mentioned.
One of my favorite things to write about when I couldn't think of anything else was baking.
I always loved baking, and I have such great memories attached to it that it just seemed to bring me peace while I wrote them. With that being said, here is one of my first poems I wrote about baking in that class called "Memories Baked Along The Way."
The sugar was white and fine
Mixed in with butter and eggs
Whipped until it was fluffy
The pale yellow color covering the silver bowl
Then came the flour in a heap
Too much at one time causing a giant poof of white to fill the air
Clouds of flour continued to float in the air
While the mixer continued to do its job
Making the dough form a ball
A ball that sat at the center of the bowl
Next in came something sweet
Chocolate covered candies
And colorful sprinkles too
Memories baked along the way
Just as sweet
Spooned and formed into small balls
Placed onto a little pan
Into the oven they go
To soon become warm sweet treats
But for now we watch them bake
Waiting for them to be done