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Kneading More

Contributed by books_4gal on Saturday, 9th December 2006 @ 12:23:34 AM in AEST
Topic: oops




Pull out the bowls and cups,

Set out the flour, sugar, and salt.

Check out the recipe and measure up,

Follow the list without fault.


Sift, strain, and stir,

Combine and mix all things in.

The mixer runs with a whir,

Causing the bowl to spin.


Making bread, or rolls on which to sup,

Be it rye, wheat, or oat;

Enjoy the taste, gobble it up,

Use the butter or jam to coat.



Baking cookies, cakes, or pies,

Delicious treats on which to dine,

Careful now; the stomach can fool the eyes,

Perhaps enjoyed with the fruit of the vine.



Lovingly prepared by humble hands,

Rolled and pounded thin

Allowed to raise and stand,

Shaped and molded for another’s whim.



Metal, glass, and fluted pans

Greased, floured, and oiled,

Which will give the bread its golden tan,

Wrap it all for gifts in colored foil.





Copyright © books_4gal ... [ 2006-12-09 00:23:34]
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Re: Kneading More (User Rating: 1 )
by Sturgezulu on Saturday, 9th December 2006 @ 01:08:14 AM AEST
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sweet poem books_4gal .pleasure to read a write from nice memories..reminds me of me granmothers apple tarts.....yum yum :)


Re: Kneading More (User Rating: 1 )
by BSteel on Saturday, 9th December 2006 @ 01:42:01 AM AEST
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this brings mist to my eyes,rest in peace grandma Selma, who was one hell of a cook.
thanks for this humbling piece,
sincerly,
bsteel


Re: Kneading More (User Rating: 1 )
by NDean on Saturday, 9th December 2006 @ 08:45:20 AM AEST
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Cool poem. Well written which means its meaning isnt ruined. Well done
:D


Re: Kneading More (User Rating: 1 )
by Balmain_Tiger on Saturday, 9th December 2006 @ 09:29:10 PM AEST
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I never met my Grandmother. I guess though this is close to what I missed out on as I watch my children with my mum.




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