A kitchen conversation
What do I fancy?
Cheese on toast
that meltingly enveloping comfort.
Ice cream
bracingly headachy cold turning to creamy sweet.
Bacon
strong saltiness and fearless consumption of fat.
Toast and jam
crunchy, sticky, childish comfort
especially dripping butter and cut into triangles.
Biscuits
oh, the siren call of the Hobnob
illicit, delicious and scoffed on the sly.
Apples
so wholesome and noisy, juice runs down my fingers.
Crisps
immerse your senses in flavours never found in nature.
Chocolate
always chocolate, a snap-off-a-square addiction I can’t explain.
Fudge
a sneaky little Santa’s secret, all the sweeter for its cunning hiding place.
