The mixer hums faithfully, pastry hook thumping a familiar rhythm.
Watch the beast come to life, threatening to escape its confinement.
Feel the stretch of the gluten as you fold and divide the pliable mass
Inhale the heavenly aroma, basking in nostalgia as we wait.
Finally the reward comes, warm, tangy and rich with butter.
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I thought I was done with the SensationalII challenge, then we decided to try out a recipe using the discard from our currently maturing sourdough starter. One more can't hurt, right?
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Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
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Comments (16)
Mmmmmm. This made me hungry and brought me right beside the warm oven, anticipating the delicious first taste with butter on top!
This is a beautiful description. It’s easy to take something like bread making for granted when it’s mass-produced, but you make the homemade product sound so much more rewarding.
Yummmmmm!
Not a fan of toasted sourdough , but ok as bread , great words
Oh yummmmm!!!!! I love sourdough bread!! Well, any bread haha. Great one!!
Great take on the challenge, Dana, an ode to such an essential thing as bread!
Fantastic! This was a sensory treat! Glad you decided to do one more!
One more was definitely worth it, this was beautifully sensory
Oh my, I can almost smell it! Loved your delicious poem!
Man... you were having quite the poetry party over here!! This was so great, inspired me to maybe make some bread tomorrow!! Great work Dana!! Baking is indeed nostalgia!
Love the pastry hook description - so good!
Yummy!
tomorrow seems like a bread making day
I can smell it buddy, 😊😊
Ccomforting and sparks old memories!!!♥♥♥
I've jsut started my own baking of sourdough, it is damn fine. Great reminder for me to get on the next batch