Extolling the virtues of a loaf of bread, it maybe said… the yeast has finally gone to me head?
It may be the dark caramelized hues,
the lines of flour or the grigne,
it' s something mystical,
Or just the fillings that go in-between.
From the farmers wheat or rye,
the millers grind, the bakers hand and that oven so hot it burns that luster so fine.
With each loaf I make, a different shape the dough takes,
it's still my favorite when it is baked.
Here is a loaf that I love to bake….