Cooking up a storm,
Cyclone Tracy,
Post Christmas seventy-four.
My kitchen is laid waste.
But unlike Darwin,
The mess requires only a little elbow grease,
And I have more to show for it than flattened stilt houses.
Currant jelly.
A shoulder of goat in white wine and rosemary.
Mutton pie,
And from that colossus of the garden,
The veg that can neither be named or given away,
Zucchini slice and a zucchini chocolate cake.
Yes a fine bounty but the cost.
An inordinate amount of,
" You're soaking in it!"
And wiping of bench and tabletops.
Chained to the sink.
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