Fire in the brick stove, haze of smoke through sunlit beams
Wood cut from the grove heats the griddle for breakfast schemes
Glow of flames inside, hot cast-iron runs across the top
A little lard applied, listen to the bacon and eggs pop
Pepper and salt, rain and snow sprinkles falling from above
Hash browns exalt a plate of home cooked culinary love
Bread slapped straight on the griddle flipped to toast
Home churned butter put in the middle, coffee dark roast
Slice of ham on the side sizzles on the hot iron cast
Hot cakes on grease glide, scrapings at the corner amassed
Gather round on a cold day the kitchen is warm
Those that didn't work must pay, in cold water, washing dishes their reform
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: June 25th, 2026 03:45
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much enjoyed read, can hear the sizzling food
Thanks so much for the read Norman it means a lot
you are most welcome
That’s a comfort on any cold morn🙏🏻🕊️
Thanks Cryptic for the read and kind words they are valued my friend.
Most welcome dear friend 🕊️🙏🏻
Well written. Your poem focuses on the act of cooking breakfast, featuring various food items such as bacon, eggs, hash browns, and coffee. It paints a vivid picture of a cozy kitchen, emphasizing the contrast between the cold outside and the warmth within.
Thank you Friendship for the review. Yes indeed you are correct the emphasis is on the contrast between comfort and cold.
Put me down for the full English, I'll ldo the dishes too.
You can have all those culinary delights, but bacon and egg does it for me always.
Thanks Paul I forgot to add a glass of fresh squeezed OJ just picked from the trees. I appreciate the read and comment my friend
Oranges cost a fortune here
So do they almost anywhere unless you have trees
A fine write SB. None of that lovely food for KP. lol.
Thanks Orchi I had planned it for you and Fido but I haven\'t heard from him for a while maybe he doesn\'t like washing dishes in cold water
lol.
Soren, what a warm, inviting piece. I could almost smell the bacon, coffee, and wood smoke as I read this...it feels like stepping into a kitchen where good food and good company naturally belong together. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks Tristan I appreciate your kind words of review. It was inspired yesterday when it was three degrees inside and I fired up the kitchen brick stove to warm up the place and decided as long as it was going I might as well use it to cook.
The Pleasant Nostalgia of a Traditional Wood-Fired Kitchen.
Warmth within, winter without—perhaps symbolizing, respectively, love and isolation, or the ideal life and real life.
So glad that you picked up on that Soheil for that was intended but as I told Tristan it was inspired yesterday when it was so cold I had to fire up the kitchen brick stove with a cast iron top. I appreciate the read and comment.
You are welcome. Thank you for sharing the story behind it.
You did it. I'm now hungry. Great write can almost hear the sizzle. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much for the review and comment it is deeply appreciated
Could smell that food all the way through that piece. Nice one. 🧂🍴🥄🍷
Thank you Kevin for the read and kind words it is most appreciated
Yup, been there and it’s good…
Thanks so much I appreciate your read and comment
Fine words soren but it is so hot here at the moment that that wonderful hot food would be denied, roll on autumn.
Andy
Thanks Andy other sides of the world where it was three degrees this morning. I appreciate your comment my friend
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