I like to be with just me for a while.
Not to think of others. I like not thinking of others.
Time takes a little to pitter patter into potter state.
A glass emptied. A book moved. A surface wiped.
Yesterdays rice in the fridge.
It sits there waiting to be rememberer knowing it has been forgotten.
With a little: yeast, flour, water...
and there is forgotten milk, black pepper, a little...
knead into a pliable, softness and leave.
Like the beginning of new life it needs time.
Wandering from room to room
following paw prints that lead in and out the window.
The cat fighting the fox.
The dog barking at them both.
Weaving in the cold as the dough won't rise.
Next morning with blood on the wall
battered but not beaten sleeping tom.
Time for pottering gone, the dough forgotten it in the bowl.
Bubbles! Let it rise again...?
In the bowl goes, rice-dough.
Up high. Then down low.
When I look again there is a crust, the bubbles are there too.
I turn it and find the loaf to be light. Lighter than I thought it would be...
It is like the breads I like, full and light, a little moist but with a good crust.
Ah, left over forgotten rice... ....thank you!
Do you ever bake bread with left overs?
Do you bake bread?
What happens when you bake?
I always have more questions than answers and would like to hear from you and your Recession baking and cooking adventures.
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Anja Bakker
