It’s been a long time coming, but here, at last is the roundup of the nursery edition of EoMEoTE#13. There were trips to our own childhood, memories of things cooked for our children and a whole Mother Goose worth of rhymes (shaken and scrambled, but nursery rhymes nonetheless!!). Thanks to all of you who took part and if eggy poetry is your thing, read on!
Little Cooksister sat at her keyboard
Typing her blog night and day.
The calendar beckoned:
It was time, she reckoned,
To invite fellow bloggers to play…
Little Miss Emma had a dilemma:
Her house had too many eggs.
Then along came a plan
Using bread and a pan –
Soon all that’s left are the dregs!
Our dear friend Sam came up with a plan
To make some oeufs en cocotte
With breadcrumbs and cream,
It’s a nursery dream!
Did she like what she made? Quite a lot!
Miss Tokyotoast likes pudding the most
But can’t face dessert in the morning.
So traditional fare
Gets a tweak here and there…
Over savoury bread pudding I’m fawning!
Miss Sarah-Lou knows just what to do
With leftover bird and berry.
You’ll know, at least,
That Boxing Day’s a feast:
All you need for a Christmas most merry!
Little Miss J was somewhat dismayed:
Her roommates had no eggs between ‘em.
But with eggnog instead
She creates boozy bread:
Plates are licked so there’s no need to clean ‘em!
Ms Christine is a cook who knows where to look
When it’s comfort her boys are a-needing.
They say "Eggies please!"
And soon she sees
It’s not comfort they need, only feeding!
Little Miss Lizzy is feeling quite dizzy
Her nursery egg memories are bad:
Are you pulling my leg?!
Oh, what a childhood you had!!
Sarah has turkey – in the fridge it did lurk-ey
While her other ingredients she picked.
Poached eggs with some gravy??
What is it? Just maybe…
It’s turkey-and-eggs Benedict!
Young Master Andy is really quite handy:
Baking loaves for him holds no dread.
Whether he bakes or buys
He just can’t disguise:
He adores scrambled eggs on brown bread!
The Heffalump’s wish is ingredients for her dish
So it’s off to market she goes.
There’s a fab brunch dish –
What more could you wish?
You’re well-fed from your head to your toes.
Our Sister the Cook had a quick look
In her memory for nursery fare.
Our charming host
Makes soldiers of toast
And if the yolk’s a bit runny – who cares!
The Passionate Cook took a long hard look
At what she could make from her home.
She didn’t go to bed:
She made pudding instead,
And even concocted a poem!
And so, my friends, the story ends;
No more scramble, souffle or flan.
I think it’s best
That the eggs take a rest –
But they’re back at the end of Jan!!