One loaf
out of four.
(baked to imperfection)
My ‘easy’ sourdough bread
One loaf
chosen.
(the one most round; least browned)
Bridging our door
to theirs.
(some 30 steps away)
Three of five
arrive next morning.
(from their door to ours)
Hand-delivering
note of thanks.
(smiling faces all around)
One loaf
out of four.
(baked warmth shared)
Love your sourdough bread post. I do enjoy sourdough bread very much too! I remember the German bakeries in Australia where we can buy lovely breads and pastries. Yummy! 🙂 I was inspired to write a poem (Quaint Cafe Bakery) after a visit to Hahndorf in the Adelaide hills. Thanks for your visits and comments, Laura. Appreciate them. 🙂 Love, Iris.
Iris: Great to see you here…thanks for stopping by. Honestly, who can resist the smell of freshly baked bread? And as for other bakery delights, always with a cuppa Sumatra! 🙂
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Yum! I love the smell of fresh baked bread!!! Would love to share a bite sometime…..
Terry and I remember well our times of sharing meals together with you…good times, those. 🙂
Beautiful in so many manners. And darn yummy-looking too! 🙂
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Thanks Anna. Our fav is what I call my ‘true’ sourdough bread, but takes 2 days to make one loaf for all its authenticity. This ‘easy’ recipe has a fine crumb and crust, just doesn’t taste how I know real sourdough is to taste…Perhaps a blog post divulging these recipes will appear in the future?!
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Laura,
I could almost smell that bread and was looking in the fridge for butter and jam to slather on a slice!
(By the way, I loved the way you “shaped” each verse of the poem with the line in parentheses, just as you shaped the loaves of bread withyour hands.)
Madame Lillian: Wow! Such poetic insight from a true poetess…thank-you for your comment.
Oh, and, next time I bake a double batch, I’ll set aside a loaf for you 🙂