A weekly rendezvous –
friends sharing time at the local bakery
reviewing the week, talking shop
telling of joys and concerns.
The usual order each time –
scrambled eggs (add cheddar), oatmeal toast
a small cup of coffee in a to-go cup
always the same for me.
My friend has tried it all –
breakfast sandwiches, croissants,
sausage, egg, and cheese biscuits
– and add a sweet pastry on the side.
(These choices are good for us both –
I am always trying to eat less,
She needs to eat all she can
yet the sweet’s always offered for sharing.)
This week I broke from routine –
ordered the scone instead of the toast
raspberry filling called my name
too much goodness to resist.
Disappointment upon a close look –
blackberry filling for sure
I can’t stand all those seeds
knew I should’ve stuck with the toast.
Just a nibble for me, but wait –
the soft crumbles, the white chocolate chips
the icing to hold it together…
who cares about a few seeds?
Now one more little bite, and another,
indescribably delicious, and then
suddenly there’s almost nothing left
wishing for a few more scrumptious bites.
Back to routine next week
the toast will be just as delicious
and the memory of other goodness
will make for another great breakfast together.