My bread is rising
long loaves placed on a pan
now side by side
twice the size
and still growing
a hot oven is waiting
for the right time
to bake it crisp
yet soft and chewy
serve it warm
with Greek olive oil
My bread is rising
long loaves placed on a pan
now side by side
twice the size
and still growing
a hot oven is waiting
for the right time
to bake it crisp
yet soft and chewy
serve it warm
with Greek olive oil
Mother made cookies. Peanut butter cookies. She would roll some dough in her hand, make a ball, and place each ball on the cookie sheet. With a fork she would crisscross each one flat. When out of the oven we ate them warm or dipped in cold milk. Every time I bake peanut butter cookies I do the same. I add more peanut butter but I roll the dough in my hand, press the fork and think of mother who loved baking peanut butter cookies for my sisters and me.
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NaPoWriMo prompt to write about a habit I got from my mom. I love making peanut butter cookies (and chocolate chip).
There was a long list of pie makers in our family
It was not a competition
Yet it was
Who could make the tastiest pie
We like to remember most
The mistakes
Strawberry chiffon
Made with salt instead of sugar
Cherry pie with the pits still in