Le Creuset competion turns me dilly

Today I don't have any special or inspiring quotes.
I don't have bad relationship advice, or their antidotes.
I am aware that I am writing in rhyme,
And that to most folk this is a crime.

The problem is you see,
There’s this Le Creuset completion that is doing this to me…
I’ve been at it an entire day,
With the hope that it’ll go away.
But alas these rhymes won’t leave me in peace,
I really hope I win, if not – I can blog about it at least.

 
On a more serious note, Le Creuset is having a competition for a giveaway to promote their new Cotton colour.

I have never won anything in my entire life, and as I am a massive foodie and baker (not yet a candlestick maker) {can’t help the rhyming- becoming a problem};  this would be the ULTIMATE prize for me to win.

Rules are simple – write about how and why the Le Creuset Cotton inspires you in less than 100 words.

I read a couple of the other entries, and it’s boring jibbidy-jab about tired moms of 3, and the white colour brings them serenity ( damn it! Rhyming again!!) and how they have bits and pieces of all the other colours and the white would be a perfect filler etc. You catch my drift?

Therefore I decided, I’d write a short and sweet poem, quirky and creative…which turned into 4 short poems ( yes I have entered 4 times – and I have a fifth brewing in my head). Once the first little poem popped, I found that I just couldn’t stop (doing it again!). I even went so far as converting the famous poem ,read by Julia Stiles in the popular movie “10 Things I Hate about You” , into a poem for Le Creuset’s Cotton coloured cookware.
Actually I am quite happy with how this one turned out – so I’ll post it below, for your entertainment.


I’m now posting hear instead, before I completely lose my head…

Ok it’s official – there is no help for me! The curse of the rhyme has swallowed me.

10 Things I Love about you

I Love the way you inspire me,
to whisk up something out of air.
I Love your white matte finishing,

and the fact that you don’t glare.
I Love your big round casserole pots,
your quality withstands time.
I Love you so much it makes me cook,
it even makes me rhyme.
I Love your colour crisp and white,
I love the sound when I hear you fry.
I Love it when we do a confit,
Even more so when I bake a pie.
I Hate it when you're not around,
and the fact I don’t have you all.
But mostly I love the way nothing compares to you,
Not even close,
Not even a little,
Not even at all.