I bake weekly for a friend. We recently had this brief exchange SHE Oh Dread!No Bread.'Nuff said? ME Cast off sorrow. Bread tomorrow. Log in or register to post comments Here's my contribution: ODES TO YEAST 1. I don't know why I love my yeast I hate to kill the little beast I watch it rise Before my eyes And when it's done we have a feast. 2. Now I know it's the yeast in the bread That makes it rise up in its bed. Yet I hardly can wait For the heat to abate Then I butter the bread and am fed. Log in or register to post comments
Here's my contribution: ODES TO YEAST 1. I don't know why I love my yeast I hate to kill the little beast I watch it rise Before my eyes And when it's done we have a feast. 2. Now I know it's the yeast in the bread That makes it rise up in its bed. Yet I hardly can wait For the heat to abate Then I butter the bread and am fed. Log in or register to post comments
Here's my contribution:
ODES TO YEAST
1.
I don't know why I love my yeast
I hate to kill the little beast
I watch it rise
Before my eyes
And when it's done we have a feast.
2.
Now I know it's the yeast in the bread
That makes it rise up in its bed.
Yet I hardly can wait
For the heat to abate
Then I butter the bread and am fed.