She’d been shopping for Christmas ‘baking needs’ galore,
When I thought she was done, she went out and bought more.
Thank goodness for social distancing and masks,
Because I really thought she’d never finish her tasks.
Not quite bare but close enough … let’s see if our old kitchen table is up to snuff
Back at home the kitchen table was laid bare.
Empty of ‘stuff’ it gave me quite a scare.
But magic can happen, so closer I peered,
Then a bag of sugar and two basins appeared
That’s me with my camera, upside down and reversed … a candid shot, ne’er rehearsed
In the bowl went ingredients for choc-chip dough,
Round went the spatula, going with the flow.
The best bit for me was licking the spoon,
After so much sugar I felt I would swoon
Swoon-worthy effects makes the picture glow … no more sugar for me – ‘til the next batch of dough
Next came Ginger Snaps, with treacle that oozed,
Right out of the carton, and (not-so) sparingly used.
And cinnamon and nutmeg into the batter were spun,
Then three sunny eggs … and all was done.
Baking’s a mess, that’s for sure … but t’was much more in the bowl than dripped on the floor
Although no pictures of cookies all baked do exist. I’m not Ebenezer, (Scrooge)
The dough was packed up and stuck in the freezer.
Bound for the offsprings (2) and delivered in a hamper,
Then back home through the pouring rain we did scamper.
Home again, home again jiggity jig,
Time to bake Christmas cake, all round and big.
Take all that lovely fruit for days soaked in ale,
Add nuts and batter and we’ll see who’ll prevail.
I must confess I snacked on these too … I’m not one to resist such a delectable roux
Baking’s an art with successes oft blurred,
Because Hestia and Demeter* have the last word.
From the oven the cake came with center all gooey
Mrs Widds language contained phrases like, ‘oh phooey’.
But being a woman of spirit, staunch and resolute,
She took the concoction of pudding and fruit,
And chopped and added it, to batter ready to bake,
Thus creating the forever now famous, Mrs Widds-Twice-Baked-Cake!
Emegherd! It’s delicious, I’m having a slice … it’s fifty-eleven-squillion times better than ‘nice’!
These are the hands of the Baker Supreme,
After ‘Quality-controlling’ her creations, a smile she did beam.
For the bread was all crusty, the cake a delight,
Her Christmas Baking all done, she wishes you all, Good night.’
The hands of an Artist are Art manifest … she’s my Mrs Widds, and she’s the best.
-oOo-
* Hestia – Goddess of Home and Hearth … Demeter – Goddess of Grains and the Harvest
-oOo-
A bonus (short) stanza because you know how I go,
We had a White Christmas, Hooray for SNOW!!!
The tree, shed, lake, and dock, all in white … somehow I think the new year just might … be alright
Widdershins Worlds 
A delightful post, Widds…full of all the things that make Christmas.
Love, poetry, cooking and snow!
Thanks for sharing it with us!
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My pleasure. 😀
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Well done, both of you
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I was the official Bakers Apprentice … not unlike Mickey Mouse, in many ways. 😀
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Baking and SNOW!
Put that kettle on, I’ll be there shortly….
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I neglected to mention the mince tarts, apple tarts, cherry tarts, and of course, the butter tarts. 😀
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Sighs….
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😀
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The BEST part of Christmas! In the hands of a baker the ingredients become poetry!
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I have to confess I owe a bit of a debt to a rhyming thesaurus. 🙂
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Love this!
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Thanks, Strider … very appros of the Season, I thought. 🙂
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Yes indeed!
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Thanks be to the Greek and Roman gods for the comma – for a moment there I misread things as ‘Mrs Widds, Baked’…
A white Christmas eh? We have ours promised for tomorrow morning, delivered late as ever it will probably have defrosted on the van.
Yes, yes, it would be a semi-colon and not a comma, but at my age I avoid any mention of colons at all. Run your best underwear up the flagpole, encourage the dog to do its business on the neighbours lawns and – whatever else you do – remember that you’re a Womble. Happy New Year &etc.
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I was so tempted to use that comma, but I restrained myself. 😀 Spousal harmony and all that. 🙂
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Wow – what a lot of baking! I’m glad it turned out alright. The photo of the snowy lake is beautiful.
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There was a lot more snow on the ground a few hours later, but I was all snug and warm inside by that time. 😀
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It’s such lovely looking stuff but oh so cold. I’m glad you could keep warm.
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Magnificent! Thank you for sharing, I love posts like this!
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Heh, you can almost smell that baked-goodies smell. 😀
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Absolutely love the Christmas poem! Atrast that the rythm I read it in.
Love you both
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Glad to hear it hit the spot for you. 😀 … love to you too from us both. 😀
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Fabulous blog
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Thanks 😀
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Please read my post
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Looks delicious! Seems like a good lead in to 2021! Happy New Year!
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And a Happy New Year to both of you too. 😀
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So
Good!
Hope you both had a lovely Xmas- I baked fruit mince pies & savory vego rolls… a day of work but so worth the effort 🌈✅
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Gotta have special foods on special days. 😀
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Love, love, love.
🙂
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Me too, me too me too. 😀
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Wow! You lucky gal! The aromas have come through the screen. The Missus is lucky also to have an ever so lovingest poem written about and to her by her sweets. 🙂
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