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.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have been baking bread for years, no I don't use a bread-maker, I do it the old fashioned (proper?) way by kneading the dough.
- Category: Reflection
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A fine write Gold. You beating up that dough there?! What has it done to upset you? lol.
I would punch cushions, but not if they had pictures of animals, etc on them.
Thanks Orchi. The dough only gets beaten once the second time it is stroked.
A clear and very readable recipe for proper bread-making - beating out frustration's gripes love puts back the dough's lie and golden those baked rewards when risen and brown the crust - - wow this read has inspired me to try. Thanks Goldi.
Thank you Fay, it is a great experience to have.
That bread should be most tender after that beating. Lol. Good one.
It normally is, all seem to enjoy it.
I can smell it - great work Andy.
Baking bread, frying bacon and percolating coffee, three smells that make life a joy.
I want to try it,can you send me a slice? Or at least the recipe,I also love to bake,I would love to try to beat it( Ha Ha) and bake it as well as you.Thank you Gold.
The recipe should be with you, good luck.
My mom made the best homemade bread I've had. I've always loved that smell. I would sit there at the table with her fresh bread warm from the oven and the butter and she'd always ask didn't I want something else to eat it with and I'd always tell her no. It was wonderful just with butter. Thank you for bringing me this wonderful memory. Great post Gold! Thank you for sharing.
My absolute pleasure SLR, that smell should be bottled.
Wonderful idea. I'd spray it all over the house.
HI ANDY ~ Love Spaghetti Westerns and the theme tunes which is just as well ~ because they haunt one's sub-conscious in perpetuo !
The process ~ the scent & taste of primitive home-made bread ~ awesome ! !My MUM is a Confectioner and she taught us all how to make bread & cakes & pies and to cook in general ~ Great asset for a FLAT DWELLER I have Cousin who lives and dies his BREADMAKER ~ looks good ~ smells good but the texture is spongy and the taste commercial not a patch on PAN PRIMATIV ! Thanks for an excellent Confectionery POEM ! Yours BRIAN
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Thank you Brian, there is nothing quite like bread made the old fashioned way.
Ennio Morricone is master of his art, I have quite a number of his compositions including a plethora of his songs, they are wonderful.
Andy,
How is the bread?
As I was reading your
poem, it made me sooo hungry!
I know nothing beats homemade bread, but we do have some great bakeries in Italy that make delicious bread!
I enjoyed the clip...
Bread and spaghetti...good combo!😂
~Laura~
The bread is wonderful, I have been making bread for many years now. I am sure there are wonderful bakeries in Italy but I have never been there to try them.
No matter how good they are, I’m sure I would rather have your homemade one. Since I can’t have any of yours, the bakery one will have to do!
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