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.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have been making bread for more years than I can remember and during the Covid lockdown I made it for my neighbours who were struggling.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
You made today's bread yet?! Daily bread? Good write Gold.
Of course it is now made. Thank you Orchi.
what a neighbourly and lovely gesture, that's so you Andy
(and I too love making bread
sometimes I like a little rosemary infused oil instead
to sweeten the deal
add some variety n flavour, to life
lol
you know you've got the baking bug
when you spend years searching
find that perfect spot in the kitchen
to insure the dough rises just right, every time)
lol
thanks Andy, I'm gonna make some bread this weekend
(oh erm, have to admit
I buy my ciabatta's, broioche's and sourdoughs
am just never gonna be good enough
to try n make them at home)
Thank you Mek, I hope you enjoy your bread a much as I do. I occasionally make ciobatta as well.
Andy
oh yeah, nothing like a little anchor
melting on a steaming bread you just baked
lol
you can beat an egg etc etc, but you just can't beat fresh home made bread now can ya ............... Neville
Very true Neville as home made bread is made with love.
Andy
I loved this write, it actually reminded me when I was a kid and my grandmother used to make fresh baked bread... so yummy!!
Thank you Tammy, so glad it brought back good memories.
Andy
Your welcome and yes great memories..
Glass half empty? Glass half full? Not Andy:
A self-filling glass kept full to the brim.
Croquet, poetry, music, homemade bread -
It’s not just romance which helps keep him trim.
When I hear people say they are bored, I think of you, Andy.
What wonderful words Dave I am so grateful, thank you.
Andy
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