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.