In goes the flour,
In goes the yeast,
In goes the salt,
In goes the olive oil,
In goes the water.
All mixed vigorously
Until the dough is formed.
Out onto the surface it goes,
And pummelled with vigour,
All the frustrations of my life,
Get pounded into the dough,
All my troubles are there,
All dispersed as the dough smooths out.
All those who have upset me,
All beaten to a pulp,
Until the dough has had enough.
Into a dish it is put,
Covered and warmed,
Left to rise.
Once risen,
Back onto the surface it goes
And kneaded gently with love.
The love of all around me,
Those things important in my life,
Wife, family, friends,
The love for them all,
Is gently woven into the dough,
Until it is ready,
Ready to be shaped,
Shaped into bread.
Left to rise
And cooked with care,
In every loaf I make
The love in my life,
Always takes away,
The bad in my life.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I enjoy cooking, it is a passion of mine and I bake all my own bread and bread rolls. I am a strong believer that love must be the prime ingredient in any dish I prepare but with bread I can take out my frustrations on it first before imbuing it with love so it serves two purposes.
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Why are people punching that punch-bag or cushion? Why, what has the cushion done to deserve that punishment?! heehee.
I couldn't do it if the cushion had a picture of an animal or person on it. It would feel too real.
Bit like one who said: 'I'm a man of peace; and if you don't agree with me I will punch you in the face!'
Punching the dough is only the half of it, imbuing it with love is the most important part.
You made that bread yet?! heehee.
Made it yesterday.
Great method description - we make our bread but cheat by using a bread making machine - still finishing off yesterdays wholemeal loaf. Nothing like waking up to the smell of freshly made bread - except of course to read some of the great poetry on this site - yours included.
Thanks Michael. The smell of freshly made bread is wonderful, as is of course bacon cooking and coffee brewing.
I've just had my breakfast and now I'm salivating all over again.
Just Absolutly brilliant
I can feel every twist,
Knock and squash...
Great write GF60
Thanks PH.
Now that I'm thoroughly salivating...aaah fresh, warm bread...I can't speak for all, but I can definitely tell the difference in the food of a passionate cook. I love cooking, and come from a long line of great country cooks that enjoy gardening, fresh ingredients, and canning. Of late, I've been interested in heirloom recipes. I'm sure all that sweet love you bake with is divine when it hits the palate and warms the heart!
Thanks Heather, I have been cooking for more than 60 years and still the passion has yet to diminish.
I think that's wonderful. I often cry in my kitchen, especially when I bake pies. Many memories attached to loved ones gone home.
Ohhh I could be all psychological - discussing the merits of 'letting it all out' in anger; or keeping it back. Which is best? As I would be an amateur psychologist, I may spout a lot of waffle!
Anyway, If I had been making bread in 1066 for the troops, instead of being in the battle, Harold may have been OK. I just had to stick my oar in, and show up! heehee.
Cooking can save lives as you have obviously realised so get back in the kitchen Orchi.
Ohh why did I have to turn up at the battle? I always do - cooeeeee! ya hear me, Harold?!
Thanks ANDY ~ There is nothing so cathartic as baking one's own BREAD. Modern Breadmakers take all the fun (sweat & tears) out of the process ! My MUM is a Confectioner and always bakes her own Bread & Cakes ~ she taught us all to make bread ~ a primitive pleasure ~ BRIAN' Please check today's Cri de Coeur for Mother Britain ~ Thanks B.
True , modern breadmakers do not allow for your feelings to go into the bread.
Well done cooking analogy, Goldfinch. I'm not a cook, but did try making zucchini bread once and found it to be a very gratifying experience.
Trying is half the battle, as long as we try things in our lives life will be good.
Music is another part of life, it can completely transform you, it certainly does me both listening, singing and playing.
This was simply amazing. You have mastered a way to manage the bad emotion within and let love win in life. An Art. Great write 🙂
Thank you Renzi, much appreciated.
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