Zoe Weisskoff

My Famous Oatmeal Cookies

I mix the ingredients together,

Hoping not to make a mess.

I can already imagine the taste

Of the final result

Created from my own two hands.


The sugar goes in,

Then the butter and eggs,

With a bit of vanilla extract.

Next is the flour, cinnamon, baking soda, salt,

Whatever else belongs in the dough.

Add 3 cups of oatmeal,

And place into the sizzling oven.


The aroma fills the air,

Of baking joy within the house.

Ten endless minutes later,

The timer rings.

Scents of warm oatmeal cookies

Rise from the oven.

I open the door and remove the trays.


I wait a few long minutes,

For the cookies to cool.

I take a cookie and place it in my mouth.

My taste buds go on a long vacation to heaven,

Not wanting to return.

The masterpiece has been created,

And soon after,

It disappears.

For no one can resist the pleasure

Of my famous oatmeal cookies.


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