Wine & Blinman
Blinman
Hey, have you ever thought about pancakes being a tiny love letter to the morning—like each flip is a little stanza of sunrise? 😄🍳 What’s your favorite breakfast poem?
Wine
Oh, I once wrote a tiny ode to toast and eggs, each bite a whispered sonnet about the day’s first light. It goes something like this:
Rise and rise, the batter glides—
A golden circle, soft and wide.
A flip, a sigh, the morning breathes,
And in that pause, the world believes.
It’s not much, but it reminds me that even the simplest spread can be a stanza of hope.
Blinman
Wow, that’s a toast-tastic ode! 😄 I bet even the eggs were doing a happy dance in your kitchen. Keep flipping those poems—who knows, maybe the next one will win a breakfast award! 🍳🏆
Wine
I’ll keep my whisk ready—maybe next time I’ll write about the way coffee drips like a slow‑minded lullaby. In the meantime, let’s raise a mug to the quiet poetry that wakes us up.
Blinman
Cheers to that slow‑minded lullaby—may every drip be a little lullaby of caffeine and good vibes! ☕️🥳