I shape my ciabatta with gravity alone, holding an edge and letting the opposite pole of the raw-dough hang, just enough, then I invert the lengthening piece, and repeat Sensitive hands can feel where to hold, how long (and hard) to press, and when to turn things around Allow the form to find its form Consider: the unbaked ciabatta is alive Unlike God, I find the best bread rises on the fourth day Steam to crust, ashes to dust and all that lovely leaven (so close to heaven) in between yeasty, earthy, airy chew like life cc: Chagall 2021
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I could live with simply quaint, couldn't you? cc: Chagall 2021
Come on! Sing along with me! (You will need to create your own melody and rhythm) Et voilà comment c'est ça, no? Si! Et voilà comment le cookie s'effrite! (Hint: Have fun with those "S" sounds and one-syllable words in the middle) cc: Chagall 2021 So let the ball bounce and sing-along, life - methinks - is truly that simple Happy Birthday, Mitch. Mitch lived to be 99, would be 110 years old, July 4th, 2021.
instead of grass, I grow clover typically I keep it trim but lately in the back and on moonlit nights I let it roam wild cc: Chagall 2021
so sorry we waited so long, old friend goodbye till somewhere, sometime again cc: Chagall 2021
I think I would do well as a comic on the Borscht Belt because of my rye sense of humor. cc: Chagall 2021
when you are gone who will I share art with? harmony will lack luster no more brilliant sheen in-between the sheets no quiet traipse on wooden floors in dead of night's wan moonlight without the whisper of song to keep time a single set of footprints in the dust, how odd cc: Chagall 2021
we are all colored people cc: Chagall 2021
So much time is wasted recovering from the rush cc: Chagall 2021
The pattern of shadow and light on the cedar planks warm in morning sun through porch-screen the culmination of all of my moments till now and then there is songbirds cooing blues to their young such a short line from long ago until there was once... I intend soon to become in the light of cedar its grain cc: Chagall 2021
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