Proofing My Passion
I learned how to cook
at a very young age,
but the story is too long
for the size of this page
So here’s the story,
a condensed version if you will,
about a girl who longs to bake
with CIA level precision and skill
My mom taught me the basics -
boiling, frying, and baking.
I knew early on that the culinary world
was mine for the taking!
As I got older and wiser
my kitchen adventures grew,
and I soon learned the hard way
there was little about baking I knew.
Cookies, cheesecakes, cakes, and pies
were mine for the taking,
but that darn loaf of bread
I have always had difficulty making!
Many years at college,
and several loans later,
I learned the hard way
that I did not want to be an educator!
Soon I lost my job,
and mom got cancer.
Time in the kitchen
became my only answer.
With books by Julia Child,
and some by Julie Powell, too,
I had piles of inspiration,
And lots of dishes to do!
I soon took back the position
I had at a deli in high school,
and remembered that a job
can be fun and not cruel.
I have spent the days since
chopping, slicing, and dicing -
knowing all along that
My future I was not sacrificing!
Recently a brand new business
has branched out all alone,
A new catering company
which I can call my own!
I love treating others
to the homemade, savory, and sweet,
and hope that I can soon
offer them a yeast risen treat!
In the years my cooking has grown,
and skills are what I've learned,
but making delicious and edible carbs
is a skill for which I still yearn.
Many attempts at baking were made,
and at most of them I failed,
so I know that this scholarship
would give me the chance to prevail!
I hope this poem has given you
a chuckle or a laugh,
but also reflect my passion
for unleashing my baking wrath!
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