How do I love thee? Let me count the pastries.
I love thee to the millilitre and kilo and ounce my measuring scales can reach, when feeling a bit peckish.
For the ends of the shortbread supply and brownie tin.
I love thee to the level of a heaped tablespoon, or filled cup.
I love thee fervently as women crave chocolate,
I love thee softly as men sift flour,
I love thee with a passion for all things baking,
In my tentative showstoppers and childhood favourites,
I love thee with a zeal for pastry lattices and lemon and ginger millefeuilles.
I love thee with mini rhubarb cheescakes and freshly grated nutmeg, and if we so choose,
I shall but love thee better after dessert time.