Sunday, April 26, 2009

Bread

I add sweet sweet
honey warm
to feed my little
yeasts
I wrote this poem on the sidewalk last summer after a baking streak that changed the way I look at bread. You would think bread is a pretty simple thing, right? Just water and flour and yeast. A substrate to make swallowing peanut butter and jelly easier. But a lot of care goes into making bread. And a lot of love. Those little yeasts are so helpful. They turn the process of baking bread from a chore to pastime. After making bread I feel as if I have just had a good time with an old friend. It is a lovely symbiotic relationship; I feed the yeasts and they feed me.

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful-that's my favorite poem. I have two things to say. First - remember when that Monad guy said the cracker's only purpose was to get the peanut butter in? That made me mad. Second - this organic farm lady told me she read a book about eating for your blood type. She said since I am O+, I should go gluten-free. That means I'll have to start baking with rice flour. I don't know what to do. Also, I'm listening to Elizabeth Cotten.

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