Note: I brought back a picture of my Amish Friendship Bread because THE BREAD IS BACK! Thanks to Vivian (or not) I now have a new batch, day two, of Amish friendship bread starter. I asked for it because I long for it again;however, time will tell how this relationship will turn out. The last endeavor was fraught with drama. This one is off to a great start. I brought home my starter in a butter container (I Can't Believe It's Not Butter. Of course, it's not. It's bread starter) and I set it on the kitchen counter. It had a few hours in a warm car while I was in cantata practice, which may be part of the reason for the explosion. No need for alarm. The starter is fine. I was in the office looking at something on the computer when I heard this strange, loud POP! I ran to the location of the noise, the kitchen, and looked around. I couldn't see a thing awry until I noticed the lid to the I Can't Belief It's Not Butter Container NOT on the container but on top of my toaster about a foot away. I think THIS is going to be the batch of all batches! I bet after eating a warm, buttery piece of this pending bread, we will have big muscles! It will be completed around Christmas, so watch out. You may be the recipient of its spawns.tick…tick…tick…
flickering flames, soft candlelight
and that long, s l o w cup of
white coffee while sitting on
the cordovan recliner.
tick…tick…tick…
The clock.
Snap, crackle, but I won’t say
the other word,
or I might take you to another place
besides my safe, warm living room.
The fire.
The whir of the icemaker just stops,
and the ice behind the scenes
transforms in quiescence…
(I once saw these words on a
Popsicle box,
quiescently frozen confection.)
Silently.
I think and write,
suddenly, prayers well up in my heart,
prayers for peace, and prayers that
this Christmas season will be filled
with love that opens our
hearts to laughter,
and our eyes
to the good in each other.
tick…tick…tick…
Return,oh my soul, to your rest, for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you. Psalms 116:7
Peace.
Love, Linda
1 comment:
I have your Christmas morning piece on my counter in the kitchen right now. It always comes out at Christmas. Remind me to share some special words with you from our Christmas music when I see you or maybe I'll call you and sing it for you. I did for Sally. (That bread makes me think of us. We rise and fall(sometimes pushed down and then rise again)
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