Do you bake your own bread?

Question

Baking day

By C.S. Scotkin

I need a loaf of bread,

I forgo the shop.

Take my bread bowl

off the top

shelf.

Measure all ingredients

the way I was taught.

use my hands,

simply thought

with intuition.

Very imprecise.

preserves the mystery

of foremothers who

passed to me

their knowledge.

Knead dough, it feels right

satiny, fragrant ball

home smells of yeast

I feel small,

a link in a chain.

Chance for reflection,

awaiting the rise,

seeing history through

my eyes,

women bake bread.

It will be done soon,

warm, brown and fine,

do have a piece,

drink my wine.

communion with the past.

Answer 1

There is nothing quite so tantilizing as the smell of baking bread and I can smell it reading this!

Every time I've tried to make bread it has come out like a huge crouton!

Answer 2

"Hi!",

I normally don't drink wine. But this passover today, was

Scrupulously Delicious appetiser which, I quite enjoyed.

WELL DONE!

Cheers  : )

Answer 3

Sometimes I bake my own bread. These days I'm so  busy but you get the same flavor of plain old white bread  minus all of the preservatives. And you can also experiment with different types of flour and mix-ins...making a loaf of cinnamon swirl bread is fairly easy for any novice to conquer.

Baking bread can be labor intensive (you have to knead it for 10 minutes, let it rise for an hour, punch it back down, let it rise again) but there is something satisfying about making your own bread. There are few foods simpler and better than a warm slice of toast made from homemade bread topped with some good butter or jam!

Answer 4

I never had the chance to taste home made bread.  Many years ago, I had a neighbor who used to bake it.  The aroma would waft into my window.  I couldn't stand it - it smelled so good. I had to shut the window and cut myself a fat slice of  store bought French bread. ♥

Answer 5

This poem smells...wonderful...

Answer 6

I always said I was born at the wrong time In life. I would love to go back 100 or 200 years when you worked and played hard. Good friends and good neighbors. You baked bread and pies and the men went out and got the food for the table.

The woman made their clothes and everyone meet In church. Those were the days. Your poem was beautiful.

Answer 7

is oh yes! bread makers and poets the combination  seductive and rewarding. Having your cake and eating it too!    An art to satisfy the knead!

Answer 8

Sounds delicious, like the poem.

Answer 9

Perfect ending------------I could smell it as I read along,

Christmas eve was special, Mom would then make a sweet bread, fry it, dust with power sugar. yummy warm.

I too, have a bread machine, don't use often any more.

Answer 10

Yes I do.  It's a bread machine though.  This is a simple poem with deeper meaning embedded.  My compliments. Great memories of my Mom and smells did this bring.

Answer 11

no