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Wake and Bake
I sprinkled dry yeast in warm water And watched it bubble up, Then cracked open a fresh laid egg On the edge of a measuring cup. I dumped in a helping of all-purpose flour, A little oil, a pinch of salt. Then I stiffened it up in a mixing bowl Like a mugger committing assault. I rolled it all out on a cutting board Well-dusted with whole grain unbleached. My hands went to work massaging the mass As appropriate texture was reached. I then let it sit till it doubled in size, Set the oven to furnace degrees. Then I fashioned a riddle and baked it inside, Left the kitten to do as she please. Twenty minutes later… I opened the oven with fireproof mitts, And fetched out my fresh staff of life. I brushed it with butter, then set it aside, Left to cool, while I sharpened my knife. Ten minutes later… The time finally came, I was hot on my game, And I cut me a taste-tempting slice. But it was only half-baked, Insufficiently toasted. It had to go back in the oven. I surveyed the scene, Took a couple more tokes, And baked up a morning worth lovin’.
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