The Kitchen by Ruth Collie — Read

Of course, I'm proud! (the kitchen said). 'Tis I who harbour water, / bread. The staff of Life these two things be, and both of them come / forth from me. The Salt and Spice of Life I share with all dependent / on my fare. And oh! I've always something sweet for Nursery Folk, / on truant feet! There's great work done in my domain. 'Tis I who / nourish brawn and brain. Where would this family now be except for / cook, and fire, and me! And who but I sends forth a tray, with / fragrant brew each new-born day? And where would be sweet / Friendship's hour, the dainty china, lovely flow'r, the rush of / children in the room dispelling any hint of gloom, did I, at five / o'clock, not send hot toast and tea of perfect blend? May nought but / cheerful cooks come here; for I, at any time of year, in my great / purpose take delight: to serve the Healthy Appetite.