My Epic Baking Fail Ode

Oh, cursed cake, why did you forsake me?
I poured my heart and soul into your batter,
But you emerged from the oven a charred, misshapen mess.
My hopes and dreams lay shattered, like the broken meringue atop your blackened crust…

My favorite Comfort Food

Oh,
Rolex,
how I love thee so!
Thy taste is like ambrosia,
sent from above.
The way the egg and veggies combine,
so full of joy,
It’s like a symphony,
a culinary love song…

What’s For Breakfast?

But what is Rolex,
you ask?
It’s not a watch or a car,
It’s a Ugandan street food,
That’s sure to leave you hungering for more…