Eve Wins Baking Championship with Her Organic Fruit Tarts
It all started with apple, of course,
she said when interviewed.
I like the Adam’s Pearmain variety myself—
it’s really a sin to use anything else—
add a cloudlike crust to the mix
and you’ve got just a heavenly creation.
The best dessert when serving something
heavy, like ribs, she claimed, slipping
the winning check into her snakeskin bag.
Paradise on a fork, cried one judge.
One smart tart, exclaimed another.
Her secret ingredient: How just a hint
of fig can make all the difference.
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What a (sinful?) pleasure to read this poem. Thanks!
A brilliant take on this story!
I hear an allusion to “I took the one less traveled by,/ And that has made all the difference.”
A delightful and unapologetically clever persona poem Sylvia. You are so good at this! What is the genesis of all these great allusions?
the snakeskin bag says it all
Thanks! The snake was the hardest thing to incorporate.
First of all, who could pass up reading a poem with a title like this one has!! Brilliant!! I love this poem! The tongue-in-cheek humor and cleverness. I laughed out loud at the ribs remark. Oh Sylvia, this one is a gem! Like you!
An absolute delight!
Great title to pull me in. Love it!