Welcome to the Whispering Hall

The Ballad of the Perilous Pastry

In a kingdom of sugar and dough, click here to taste rebellion. Who knew the custard could rise?

Bakers wept, ovens ablaze, as muffins sang dirges in glaze.

Sonnet of the Silenced Sandwich

A humble lettuce, a noble slice, another verse in the deli’s lament. The tomato was ripe with irony.

Panic spread like mustard on bread, the pickle proclaimed, “this is our end!”