Let's Cook Dinner

I'm cooking no really I'm waiting on my bread to rise so here's a poem

The warming taste of a sweet red wine flawlessly sets in hand, while pots begin to simmer; rosemary sented tomatoes  blanching softly, basil drying slightly as pancetta and onions feel up the air. Three fast cups of flour with a pinch of salt and yeast and water heated to a perfect 100* they begin to mix and mingle with a splash of olive oil. This process my hands remember from days when I was young. No we do not need electric the knead is made by hand.

Now bread is slowly rising while Roma’s, allium then cilantro meet the blade and our sauce is beginning to take a robust and hearty shape. Sure we could order out or just open a little can. But dinner is so much better when made by one’s own hand.

 

Reviews

[Taylor]

I love how much detail you put into this piece I'd have to say it was very well thought out.

[Blue Belle]

Yummy!

[Cherrie]

:) some people paint by numbers I cook by smell

[Samuel Dickens]

I say "amen" to that! By hand--that's the best way. Now you've got me thinking about making bread. (Problem is, we just eat it)

[?]

I agree...so much better...Nothing like a home cooked meal, if its cooked with love...Very nice Cherrie...Now I'll have a glass of the sweet red wine, please...
Been a while since I made bread...

Nothin' says lovin' like a home cooked meal...

[diannesam]

A mouth watering poem. I'm hungry now!

[roarke]

amen.

[Ed Hart]

i'll eat to that