Ginger Biscuits in Love

Ginger Biscuits in Love

I am becoming too
passive, letting others
take over, take control;
I am heavily restricted
I acknowledge, but
an invalid, no.
So – I set out my stall.

The recipe calls for
hand mixing,
no electrics.
a challenge rather
than a problem.

I make a pass at
the mixing bowl;
it nestles willingly
in my exaggerated
embrace while
flour, sugar, ginger
and eggs swirl slowly
and seductively into
dreamy creaminess.

Fifteen minutes of
passionate heat later,
two dozen
deliciously contented,
golden, crispy
love bites.

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