I bake weekly for a friend. We recently had this brief exchange
Oh Dread!No Bread.'Nuff said?
Cast off sorrow. Bread tomorrow.
Here's my contribution:
ODES TO YEAST
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.
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.