What became of flour sifters,
Or a pastry cutter?
What became of homemade bread
Spread thick with homemade butter?
Homemade cakes and pies and such,
Alas, I cry forlorn,
What became of those old days
When store-bought stuff was scorned?
What became of biscuits, muffins,
Crispy apple strudels?
How I long for doughnuts, crullers,
And grammy’s homemade noodles!
I remember sweet aromas,
From still-warm apple pie,
And as I view is frozen sister,
I repress a sigh;
Modern times and modern days
Are here to stay, they say,
Yet how I long for just a sniff,
Of that old fashioned way!