Oh the sweetness and spice of everything nice,
a recipe for a repast of a honey bun and strong coffee,
yeah, oh yes, that's the inner sum of me.
Swirling, melting, rising in a bowl of metal
on a counter of granite, I add a little bit
of personality.
A cottage cheese, little curds
a stick of butter
to a foam of yeast and sugar
in a little hot water.
Sit and wait... patience is a virtue.
Flour in the mix... and brown sugar too
a stand mix not needed, strong arms will do.
Lovingly singing old nursery rhyme tunes
stirring the batter to the swing of the times
mixing the genres in multidimensional time...
Oh the batter's divine!
Rolling the dough between the sheets of parchment
with deft hands and a wooden pin...
sugary nuts and cinnamon butter
waiting in the wings
to be spread criss cross over
the irregular rectangle of dough.
The filling is laid in a brown-sugary glow.
Now the short end rolled to a lengthy log,
swift cuts into pieces that number to five
and spaced into rounds into a buttered pan.
Cool down, be cool, rest in the night.
Morning is the time for the feast to be right.
The oven is heated to a full circle swing,
thrust in the heat for a morning timed rise...
Oh the spicy aroma, the swelling prize,
teasing senses from bubbling swirls,
and they're almost completed
those cinnamon whirls!
Hot buns finished with a white vanilla glaze.
A homey peasant treat... worthy of praise.
