Reading about food makes you hungry
so you open a recipe book
are instantly distracted
hunger grows.
You start to prepare weigh ingredients
go up to the village for what’s not in store
start again make a mess clear it up
flex muscles until they weary
knead until you’re out of puff
arms aching fingernails full of dough
make a mess and clear it up
set dough to rise in sunny spot
carefully covering with tea towel
to prevent it drying out – you know
the one done by grandson in infant school
with weird portraits of him
and his classmates printed all over it

Clear up more mess scrape the table
wipe sweaty brow too tired to eat now
Yeast works its sorcery on the flour
pushes up the face-y cloth until
after a couple of hours it’s a mountain
make more mess
shape into rounds
or cubes if that’s what appeals to you
dump them into prepared tins
slash the tops and paint with oil
scatter with poppy seeds
leave again for half an hour
as the oven heats up

At last it’s time to bake the beauties
awesome aromas make you drool
anxiously you turn them over
tap the underside hear that hollow knock
that says “we’re done”
Turn them out and wait impatiently
can’t wait? OK
ceremoniously take a knife
cut that first irresistible chunk
slather it with best butter  melting so fast
you burn your tongue and your throat
never mind it’s worth it
fatigue forgotten
hunger gone.
PS Clear up the rest of the mess later.

adapted from an old poem, in honour of the prompt at the dVerse Poets’ Pub to write about food, without pictures and without naming the food.  Mine is pretty obvious.


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15 Responses to RECIPE

  1. claudia says:

    there’s nothing better than fresh bakes bread or rolls or scones…hmmmm… and it’s worth all the mess – isn’t it

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  2. Gabriella says:

    Your poem reminded me that when I lived in France my favorite read at the hairdresser’s would be recipes. I would read them, copy them and end up being very hungry!

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  3. Glenn Buttkus says:

    In the 50’s my mother was a stay at home housewife–an anomaly today–& one day a week was Baking Day. She timed the loaves to come out of the oven just as we got home from school. We would set out pounds of butter, honey, & jams, & just tear off huge steaming fresh chucks of bread, slather it with goodies & get busy burning our mouthes; thanks for transporting me back there.

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  4. billgncs says:

    I can’t think of a better place for food than France Viv.

    But here’s a true story. My grandmother grew up in Croatia and when she was young, the truant officer came and her family bribed him with a goat so she wouldn’t have to go to school She never learned to read and write, so every recipe she knew and everything she cooked was from scratch. She used to take and put a big mountain of flour on the table, and then in went a pinch of salt and yeast, then eggs and milk or water and she would knead the bread, and then baked it in a wooden stove.

    Even with no recipes – she was by far the greatest cook I have come across.

    thanks for reminding me of that memory.

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  5. That mess.. Alas there is always mess, but that’s the price, I like the details of the tea towel… It adds so much details about the love that goes into that bread.

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  6. Mary says:

    Most often the mess is worth it! Much better to make something from scratch (and a bit of love thrown in) than to buy something at the corner market.

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  7. Candy says:

    This is a yummy bit of poetry!

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  8. Oh.. no.. the reality of the empty hunger of life’s cooks..
    simmering a brew of delicacy to all those unsuspecting
    victims of cuisine.. the cook loves without requite..
    it is the journey of the meal that counts
    more than the meal itself..
    We need more cooks
    and less diners..
    i guess..:)

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  9. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Clear up more mess scrape the table
    wipe sweaty brow too tired to eat now
    Yeast works its sorcery on the flour..

    I agree.. the clean up can be quite a tedious job! Well penned 😀

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  10. Grace says:

    I can relate to the mess and the goodness of melting butter afterwards, smiles ~ The part of tea towel with portraits of the grandson made me laugh ~ Enjoyed this one Viv~

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  11. Ron. says:

    Great work about great work, V. My best friend was an avid bread baker. I mostly made cookies. I told him once, “Bread’s a lot of work, and when you’re done…no cookies!”

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  12. X says:

    Clean up after a nap – after all that work, and my belly being so full now,
    and all.

    It’s ok. I would take home made any day over store bought.

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