Baking Periwinkle sourdough bread is life.
Like a needle on the beat, I count down from oven time to eating.
Even the Forest Ranger pops in when he smells the sweet dough air.
Must make sure we have a spread.
What’s your choice?
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Baking Periwinkle sourdough bread is life.
Like a needle on the beat, I count down from oven time to eating.
Even the Forest Ranger pops in when he smells the sweet dough air.
Must make sure we have a spread.
What’s your choice?
I thought this was fun! Makes me want to break out the bread maker! Kudos!
Thanks 🙂 This was about the time I was struggling. I started at 1am – I really should have started later…
Love that sweet smell.
Lovely read.
Thanks, Amanda! Nothing better than freshly-baked bread.