Tasting Dough

She used an ancient wooden spoon and sang herself a Christmas tune. 'Twas time to make that special cake, you stir it first and then you bake. However, there are many stages (and in my cookbook several pages) , each boasting individual taste; it never pays to bake in haste thus sampling is, of course, required each mouthful waits to be admired, and by the time the cake is set to see the oven, you forget if sweetness was sufficient and again you do immerse your hand, each finger into virgin dough it is devine now. Ho, Ho, Ho. I have been told that men refuse to taste, unless it's potent booze. As for myself, when still a boy, I'd leave the most exciting toy when mother got the flower out (or when she mixed the Sauerkraut) . Eggs, flour, sugar, various spices those were for me my early vices, vanilla, cherry, cinnamon, then icing sugar pasted on. No drugs were used, we got our highs by dipping into doughs and pies.