I know I shouldn’t do it,
But it is compelling.
I keep on saying to myself
I must not do it,.
I must not make it
But sense leaves me
And I am pulled in,
Pulled into doing it.
I know I will regret it
But the taste when it is made
Is so good.
It takes time to prepare it,
Little time to cook it,
Even less time to eat it.
But I fell into the trap again
And made this manna,
This manna called ciabatta.
It does not last long!