Bread Makes The Meal

I wish people would write more of this . "Cast off sorrow, Bread tomorrow"? That's my line. Maybe: Knead the dough, There we go, In the oven for some loving, It's a charm - nice and warm! Okay, not great - but it's a first poem :-) Here's a much better poem about bread and baking, from someone who apparently could have been either poet or baker, but chose poetry. Any poems crossing your minds? God speed, and remember: All sorrows are less with bread .

Very simple, the instructions were "Add one cup of flour and one cup of water; stir until mixed." I'm going to wind up with a lot of starter. Bought some more bread flour (Gold Medal; I just can't see springing $4.99 for the King Arthur) and sugar (which I then spilled half over the stove as I was filling the canister). The Amish White that I make for sandwich bread takes a lot of sugar; 1/3 cup per loaf. I love it, though. Probably my favorite sandwich bread - and Herself can't get enough. A friend of mine, an English professor, found out I bake. He suggested a story called A Small Good Thing , by Raymond Carver. It's a very sad story; very heavy. Kind of like the bread that's mentioned in the end. "It had the taste of molasses and coarse grains." I'd like to make a bread like that. God speed, and remember: All sorrows are less with bread .