Nothing to do, nowhere to go Summer has passed, soon it will snow The honey has settled to an amber glory In the kitchen I'll prepare a story for the senses: the smells, the taste the feel on the tongue You'll be drawn to the scents I'm certain you'll come
A soft butter dough for the lightest of biscuits Onto my board while it is stickiest A dark, rich rue in the pan with some broth for this gravy, the recipe has no auth The tender roast has rested, ready for dissection I've kneaded and stirred a meal of perfection
For dessert? A sweet treat paired with coffee or wine An apple-cheese tart with crust flaky and fine A meal fit for lovers: there'll be moaning and sighing Kneading and stirring, love-making through dining