The Art of Baking

I measure out the flour and yeast, And knead the dough until it's creased, I add some sugar, salt, and butter, And let the mixture rest to flutter. The oven preheats, my hands are set, I shape the dough with no regret, Into a loaf, a roll, or bun, My expert hands get the job done. The aroma fills the room with bliss, And soon the bread will feel the kiss, Of heat that transforms dough to gold, A feast for all, both young and old. The art of baking, like poetry, Requires precision, creativity, A skill that's honed with every bake, And each success, another notch to make. So come and taste my expert bread, The fruits of my labor, my heart and head, And let this lesson be well learned, In every craft, expertise is earned.