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"Apple Dumplings" by George Dunlop Leslie (1835-1921).
Happy Poetry Friday!
Heartfelt Congratulations to J. Patrick Lewis, our new Children's Poet Laureate!
Welcome, All. So glad you're here -- there's some HOT STUFF going on in the alphabet soup kitchen today. We're peeling a few apples, rolling out a little dough and celebrating girl power (gentlemen, brace yourselves). ☺
Before we proceed any further, please put on a couple of these oven mitts; you may need them to handle today's poem.
Alright. Remember when I said that women seem to have the market cornered when it comes to writing about the sensuality of food? Combine that with sassy powers of seduction and you've pretty much slayed the soufflé. Sue Staats really knows how to bring it and she doesn't believe in taking any prisoners. "Come, come into my kitchen if you dare," she seems to say. Hotcha-cha and Va-va-voom!
(You've got your oven mitts on, right? Don't say I didn't warn you.) 
COOKIN' IT
by Sue Staats
Oh yeah, I’ll make you a man in my kitchen
buckle your blueberries, slump your apples,
cream your butter and sugar,
knead your dough,
steam your windows with my oven heat.
Bet your life I’ll poach your pears,
pickle your persimmons, foster your bananas,
cobble your peaches, marmalade your oranges
clafouti your cherries to a parlez-vous
You’ll be cross-eyed, crumb-topped
crimped, crisped, crusted, folded,
punched, proofed and risen before I’m done.
Get over here now.
My pan dowdy’s hot, and there’s cream.
Don’t keep me waiting.
© 2011 Sue Staats. All rights reserved. Reprinted by permission of author. 
Cherry and Almond Clafoutis by Pinot & Dita/flickr
*fans self*
Is it hot in here or is it just me? Nothing sexier than a woman who knows what she wants and how to get it. (Oh my, Jama says demurely, my Jello's still jiggling after that one.) ☺
Now, once you've cooled down, please leave your links with Mr. Linky below. Don't forget to put the title of your poem or the book you're reviewing in parentheses after your name.
