I set foot through the front door, greeted by a sensational smell.

A smell I knew all too well.

Struggling to keep my wits and not venture into a trap,

I lay down and attempt to take a nice nap.

Minutes passed while I waited in bed.

I couldn’t get that smell out of my head.

I hurled my body up and bolted to the kitchen,

hopefully my brother will not be snitchin’.

I feast my eyes on the thick tender steak,

hoping my mom might take a petite break.

I grasp the keen fork and stab into the steak, oozing all over my hands.

My mom strolls in, a cookbook in hand, wondering why I ate her future dinner plans.

The walk of shame back upstairs, I wait for my next bite.

Only 30 more minutes and I will be all right.

The sensational smell, that I know all too well.

Will I ever learn to bake such a smell? Only time will tell.