Not quite a recipe but a process that's good for the soul. 

Making Bread



Water warm honey yeast 

In the bowl and wait a while

now milk eggs  lemon juice 

Another bowl right at hand

Flour salt soda powder

Whisk and blend till fine

Butter hard cut within

To fine crumble texture 

Combine the dry and wet 

And blend by hand

Till thick and clinging

Now form a ball 

In a well oiled bowl

Cover now the magic starts

Hours later punch it down

Knead and stretch at will

Cut and roll to fit the pans

Egg wash to provide the glow

Oven bound for half an hour

Out and rest till hunger calls

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Written on 2021-05-29 at 15:10

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Brother Simon, an elderly Trappist, baked this marvellous wheat bread one day for Terce (Latin for "mid-morning coffee-break") during my weeklong retreat at Spencer in 1992. I can "second the emotions" of how immeasurably better bread is when it's not mass-produced.

A joy to read your poem!

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I remember as a child, our housekeeper went through a stage of making bread and I remember helping with kneading the dough - I think it was just a phase tho, we had a wonderful baker run by Monsieur Schmidt and would buy baguettes, then later the rather horrible a doughy portuguese rolls.

I enjoyed - I think I will stick with buying my baguette though lol but I do recall the smell of cooking bread is to die for lol

Elle x
2021-05-29 Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes! It's truly the best :) Up until a couple years ago, I'd never had home made bread. When I did, I was shocked at how tasteless (not to mention the texture being unimpressive) the store-bought stuff I'd eaten my whole life was. Your words make me look forward to that first, soft warm slice! Very nice, thanks.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh, I am inspired.