Bread

Yesterday, Caiden and I baked bread. We are busy with a new poetry block at the moment and the poem we are working on is called ‘Bread Making’ by Edith L.M. King. The peom is from my poetry book that I used in primary school, titled ‘Chosen for You, a Book of Poems for South African Children’ He really enjoyed baking his bread and it turned out beautifull, I am so proud of him and I could see that he was really proud of himself too:)
Bread Making
Mother’s kneading, kneading dough,
In and out her knuckles go;
Till the sticky, shapeless lump
Grows a pillow, smooth and plump.
Then she cuts it, pops it in
To the neatly buttered tin,
Leaves it rising, higher and higher,
While she goes to make the fire,
How the glad flames leap and roar,
Through the open oven-door;
Till their hot breath, as they play,
Makes us wink and run away.
When they’re burnt to embers red,
Mother shovels in the bread;
And that warm delicious smell
Tells her it is baking well.
When it’s golden, just like wheat,
We shall get a crust to eat;
How I wish we could be fed
Every day on new-made bread!
So sweet…
Caiden is going to memorise this poem and write it into his language book and we will no doubt be making lots of fresh bread!

We used the wonderful bread recipe called ‘Very Easy Bread Recipe’ from ‘The Waldorf Kindergarten Snack Book’ such a lovely recipe book.

Sneak peek below:
This is a new pattern I have designed today, it is for an Autumn English Oak Tree leaf. I will be sharing the pattern with you tomorrow:)

Have a wonderful Saturday…
xo Linda

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11 Responses to Bread

  1. Erin October 9, 2010 at 3:54 pm #

    Your bread looks delicious …. Lovely poem too 🙂

  2. Tammy October 9, 2010 at 4:09 pm #

    The bread looks delish, and the poem is so sweet…taking us through the entire process of bread making! A fun poem to memorize, I’m sure.

    Linda, your knitting is always so beautiful. I don’t leave comments always because I feel silly saying each time how beautiful it is, but Linda…your knitting really IS beautiful. You are so talented to knit and also make up patterns. I’ve only knitted one dishcloth and it turned out horrid, lol, so I leave the knitting to my oldest daughter who LOVES to knit. 🙂

  3. Elizabeth October 9, 2010 at 4:13 pm #

    Your bread looks so yummy! And I just love the poem. I think I will use it with my girls. We have been baking a lot of different types of bread lately.

    As always your patterns are amazing. I am hoping to knit a pumpkin this weekend.

    Blessings, Elizabeth

  4. Linda October 9, 2010 at 8:24 pm #

    Dear Tammy,
    Thank you so much for your very kind words:)

  5. gardenmama October 9, 2010 at 11:52 pm #

    The poem is incredibly sweet, I can imagine singing this while the bread rises : )Your new creations are amazing, I wish my knitting skills were more advanced!

  6. Wabi-Sabi Wanderings October 10, 2010 at 3:23 am #

    I too “wish we could be fed
    Every day on new-made bread!” Freshly baked bread is the best! Your home must have smelled heavenly.

    And your leaf, Linda, is tree-mendous, as always 🙂

    Blessings…

  7. Bec October 10, 2010 at 11:25 am #

    I like that little poem, we have a couple but I especially like the descriptiveness of yours. Nothing beats fresh bread from the oven.

  8. Baa-Me Kniits October 10, 2010 at 1:41 pm #

    MMMMMMM Making me hungry! We make pizza’s together but I daren’t make bread it is too tempting to eat great big chunks of it with lashings of butter 🙂

  9. jessecreations October 10, 2010 at 4:32 pm #

    I love the leaf, and it’s so awesome you made that bread!!

    Jess

  10. Shannon October 13, 2010 at 12:28 pm #

    What a glorious poem, I love it, thank you for sharing…bet that bread tasted fabulous too

  11. K October 17, 2010 at 11:52 pm #

    My husband, the bread maker, is making up a few mixes for his bread so other people can bake some up = he says, if he ever sells the mixes, he wants to put that poem on the package.

    Once upon a time, my brother – a student at the university here – was given a loaf of homemade bread by a fellow (girl) student. I took him by the ears and said, ” You will not accept a gift of this magnitude without understanding the cost of it.” And stood over him while he made a batch of bread from measuring through baking.

    He, too, at nineteen years old, was proud when he finished. I had been making all the bread for the family for several years back then – all the babies and the bread. This loaf of Caiden’s has a lovely crustiness to it, and the gold of it makes me think of butter and honey. You are doing well, little mother. So very well.

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