Apple Pie

I've been trying to finish a couple of poetry assignments today. Whilst browsing the Internet today I found this yummy poem about apple pie! I have just finished a lovely slice of apple pie which was made by my Grandad, who used to be a pastry chef. :) What I particularly like about this poem is the form of the poem, the way it is shaped into a vase in the middle, and the way the writer makes apple pie sound absolutely scrumptious- which it is!

Apple Pie

Up to my eyes in cooking apples.
A bountiful harvest from
a friend’s orchard garden.
Coring and peeling,
(time stealing)
Cut into large chunks,
simmer gently, lightly sweetened.

Mmmm, what an odour
It makes the mouth water!

Up to my elbows in apple pie pastry,
careful to use a very light touch
must keep it nice and flaky.
How many will I make,
a couple of dozen?
Only one for Eric
cos he’s diabetic,
two for Margaret and Reg,
(she gave me some veg.)
and maybe Heidi and Matt,
they would like one or two.
A dozen for the Coffee Morning
to fund our local Air Ambulance.
Got to find room in the freezer too,
to keep Jim supplied, while I’m away!
Oh dear, have I kept one for me?
Roll out the pastry and fit to the dish,
Fill with apple and top with a lid.
Crimp the edges, sugar the tops,
then bake in the oven until
a rich golden brown.

Mmmm, what an odour
It makes the mouth water!

Serve with Devonshire cream
or one scoop (or three!)
of real Cornish ice-cream.
Mmmm. the odour has taste
and its very more-ish.
So what - if it goes to my waist!
Forget about diets and pass me that dish!

Jackie S Brooks ©
3^rd September 2003

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