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Bread Day, for Robert
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Bread Day, for Robert |
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Sunshine
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Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Bread Day Fresh…ensure all ingredients are fresh ~ and early…start early in the morning, as if you had come in from gathering up this fresh warm creamy milk yourself… warm, yes, warm the milk in a small pan and butter, oh yes, add pats of butter watch the salty swirl of it as milk takes it and curls it… pinch, now, pinch salt in and feel grains of the earth and you start to incorporate your senses…sprinkle in sugar, adding the sweetness of your soul… when the milk is just so, just before the boil… take it off heat, set it aside. But not to be forgotten, because now is the time to gather flour, and yeast! Oh, let frothy yeast in warm water foam and bubble, showing off its worth! For such is the stuff of this bread… What is not in your recipe is an egg…. when you blend cooled milk with flour, adding yeast, don’t forget to add one egg… oh yes, the egg…life itself, to give ground grains pairing of substance… and now…your hands… this is the part of bread day that only suits the baker; this is part of becoming one; this is a part of love… this is the time when you feel with more than your hands…your muscles tell you no, not yet, and you knead with needs of your own, the sense of duty, realizing accomplishment, knowing that you will soon taste luxury then, when this ball of dough becomes smooth and warm under your fingers, now is the time to let rest… now it is time to treat it tender, and kind… lather its resting place with butter, smoothing your warm slick fingers over this living ball, allowing every inch of yeasty growing life to be given a sheen of its own…then cover it like a child to keep it warm, setting it away from drafts, somewhere in the warm and now, now comes the pregnant time, impatient waiting, so go, do, don’t peek, the baby sleeps warm, growing, internal yeast and sugars acting as nuclei nurturing our baby with your efforts … you will know… you will know when to look in and see and your hands will know it is time to touch, again, voiding the ball of its air, and space, and now, feel texture…oh, sense the texture! The changes of this life force are now yours to mold and form, pretty or practical, everyday or special touch… pans come out, fingers grease every nook and cranny for easy fallout… and you place these multiplied babies of love into their cradles, returning them to their bed-space of warm and cover, and go do… do anything with a lilt, lift and dance, for soon the oven will cure your efforts, your guests or children will smile their smiles, and life’s bread will have come from your time and concern that only the best of life touch their lips… and succor is given all. |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sissie You make me want to bake bread again like I did when I was a young mother...putting good things in that my kids wouldn't normally eat. I loved your poem, could smell the warmth coming from it!  |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Martie? I still do, when I'm allowed to mess up the kitchen...flour flour everywhere and not a whisk broom in sight! |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Now why can't all the recipe books word their instructions in this manner? Why? Because they are not poets like our Sunshine. Do they care if I drool all over my keyboard?  Why I could almost smell that bread baking and calling my name! Excellent recipe Karilea..I just may try it. ~Floury hugs, Nancy~ ~ Love, like magic, depends on believing. ~ |
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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
A very good recipe of words here, nothing like home made bread I can smell the words. I liked this stanza: “and now, now comes the pregnant time, impatient waiting, so go, do, don’t peek, the baby sleeps warm, growing, internal yeast and sugars acting as nuclei nurturing our baby with your efforts …” |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
and life’s bread will have come from your time and concern that only the best of life touch their lips… It is then, your efforts are truly rewarded. Only you, Karilea~ and what a special treat this is. |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
I bake bread from time to time -- usually on a Saturday or maybe Sunday, when other home chores haven't gotten the wrong kind of grease etched into my skin......because I've never made it successfully without getting flour on my elbows. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
What a lovely way of viewing bread - very nice Susan If I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
and now…your hands… this is the part of bread day that only suits the baker; this is part of becoming one; this is a part of love… This is why my bread machine gets no use. *S* For if I'm not going to get into the flour... I'd just as soon stop at the bakery. *S* Thank you for these morning smiles! *S* |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
I agree with Bluesy mum.... only YOU.  |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
this gave much food for thought, and now I'm going to try baking bread this weekend...it's been years....thanks hun, for the lovely perspective... There's nothing like the warm smell of bread... |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
YUM YUM YUM !!! Hugs of bliss, Chrislane  Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion. |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
Great recipe, even greater poem, together a masterpiece Sometimes we have to follow a stronger voice, even if it's silent. |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Oh my goodness!!! I could feel this in my fingertips--the whole process. This brings back a summer of bread baking when I covered bread and left it cradled upon my car to rise with the warmth of the sun! There is magic about the knowing-the knowing of when to stop, the knowing when to knead! Saving this recipe in the library! miscellanea |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Sunshine, this really brought me back. You wrote it out so tantalizingly. I used to make bread a lot because I did not have a car and it was too far to walk to the store. I taught myself as a very young bride. Sooo good. Mom was a little surprised to learn I could do that, so she went home and tried to make bread too. One day I complained to my husband that the bread went too fast and it was a lot of work. He said,"next time just put it on the top of the "fridge" and we will just look at it". I never complained after that. They loved the fresh bread so I had to learn to appreciate that. No bread machines then.best, marty |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
The other I attended a one day Vipasanna meditation retreat. One of our meditations was the practice of mindful eating. Your words bring me to the mindfulness of..."present moment cooking". A meditation of words, details and beauty. Thanks! Eric |
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Robert Frazier Senior Member
since 2003-02-06
Posts 1014 |
Sweet Karilea, I regret that I didn't get the first slice of this beautiful loaf! But it did leave me feeling all warm - even a bit gooey - inside! You are amazing! As for me, I'm not beyond begging you to write an entire cookbook of poetry-filled recipes. In the kitchen... with hugs, Robert |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I am VERY glad that all of you had such a good time with this bread of my butter'd poem...I love bread...LOL...and I love making bread, just as much as I love to write. I haven't created this pleasure in some time, and methinks it is time to do JUST that... so butter on...write and live and love as if it is the last day of your life...Robert has gotten me verved up to write another food poem and I think I will, because food is as spiritually uplifting when you do it right! as writing itself. And food never says "you did this wrong..." just as some poets give freedom to others to do it "their way".... one of the BEST splinters of Passions that we incur. Thank you for enjoying this slice of me... I think I'm about to make some stew.... |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
What a beautiful poem, Karilea. I can only imagine Toerag's response poem, "How I make Beer in a "Bama Trash Can." Of course, it will be awhile before he can write it. He is this year's chairman of the 'Bama Black Fly Festival. lol |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
 I certainly saved this gem in hurry! Not only is this a recipe for bread ~ it is a recipe for, and of, love!You sound as though you'd be a fabulous sculptor of clay as well! You are an artist in every sense of the word. Love & Sun Light, Linda |
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