In goes the flour,
Into the bowl,
Followed by the yeast and salt.
The warm water is measured
And Olive Oil added to it,
Virgin Olive Oil of course,
The water is slowly poured
Into the well of flour,
Then mixed and mixed
Until it all binds together.
The pastry is put onto a board
Then kneaded,
Punched and kneaded
As lifes frustrations
Are taken out on the dough,
Harder and harder it is pushed
Until all those frustrations have gone.
It is time to relax,
The dough is left,
And as it sits in the warm
Life comes back from its beating,
As it grows into its new life.
The new life is then put back on the board
And kneaded one more,
But this time so gently
And the love is put into it,
Calmly, joyfully, the best of emotions
Are mixed with the dough,
Then left once more.
The love creates life in the dough
As it rises once more,
Until that time it is ready,
Ready to cook to a golden brown.
This bread is at last before you,
So deliciously full of love
It creates joy in the heart,
As the love it has,
Is absorbed by your soul.