A pinch of this, a dab of that
Into the mixing bowl,
Then stir until you cain’t no more,
With all your heart and soul.

This recipe to good success
To many lives has bring’d
A sense of hope with smells o’ joy—
When baking tunes is sing’d.

The scent o’ sweet fresh bread, homemade
A loner’s heart can cheer
It saves him from the pit of gloom
And from the shame of beer.

So here’s to yous a message plain
To all who burn and bake
Keep up your work and think to put
Some love in what you make.

I'm not sure if this really counts as an essay but I was given an assignment in English to write a descriptive composition. I hope you will be able to envision this scene in your mind.

God Bless You All!

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The aroma in the kitchen tantalized Eve as any sweet aroma might after a demanding baking day. She turned her head to the left. The sight of a counter covered in flour and the heaps of dirty dishes, pans, and spoons that seemed to be waiting eagerly to be cleaned disheartened her.