In the 70’s, I was an ambitious cook
of the “Suzy homemaker” persuasion.
Believed literally the old saw,” the way
to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

Baked almost daily, some creation that 
involved flour. Pounded bread dough 
before mechanical aid was available;
copious quantities of cookies, cakes, pies, 
filled my kitchen with tantalizing aromas.

Weekly, the Bisquick with its coffee-cake
recipe, conveniently printed on the box,
came into play in my busy kitchen. This
cake was a simple, fool-proof endeavor,
just sweet enough, but not so cloying that
a sugar coma resulted.

My battered, small, round pan was ideal,
this aluminum tin traveled many miles,
lengthy years until it disappeared, like 
my spouse who first ate this toothsome tidbit.

Today’s Bisquick box no longer features 
that recipe, but never fear our omnipotent 
internet is always, near. A few mouse-clicks
provides a connection to that 70’s confection.

Today, I baked this old tried and true treat,
with a round pan far too large. No worries,
improvisation is the hallmark of an old cook;
I adjusted cooking time, easy-peasy. 

Out of the oven emerged a flat, coffee-cake 
pizza. It’s no problem, I never said, “If I’d 
known you were coming, I’d have baked a cake.”