was a hell of a baker.
she couldn't cook worth
a can of beans,
but put her
in the kitchen with
sugar, eggs, flour and butter
and a rolling pin,
stand back
brother.
there wasn't a cookie
you could name that she
couldn't whip
up in a 325 oven.
parchment paper, no
problem.
a cookie sheet greased.
nuts and sprinkles.
any shape, any size,
look out,
she had a dozen cooling
on the sill in
no time.
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