Goldfinch60

Fresh Bread.

How can that happen?

Where has it gone?

I look in the ‘fridge,

I look in the freezer,

But cannot fine it.

Tragedy has struck,

Or has it.

I know,

I will make some more.

In goes the flour,

The yeast is added,

Then the salt.

The Olive Oil goes in,

Virgin Olive Oil of course

And then the warm water,

Into the big bowl they go

And then they are stirred,

Stirred into a fine dough.

The dough is split,

Split into two,

And put in the tins.

It sits in the warm for a while

Until the dough rises,

Rises into a dome,

A dome above the tins.

The dough is then put in the oven,

Then half an hour later it is ready.

Once more I have bread,

Fresh bread to eat,

None of this shop bought rubbish!

Freshly made bread

That I have been making for years,

For many, many years.