Thou baker-child with saucepan, sage and thyme
Souffle historian, who canst thus express
A floury tale more sweetly than our rhyme
What leaf-fring'd foodstuffs do you bake
Of deities, or mortals or both,
On Table or the trestles beneath Plate?
What women or gods made these? Your process bold?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to a taste?
Made this yummy sugar-free red velvet cake.
With my sincere apologies to Keats.