Youch! The milk cried, You are scalding me!
It’s OK, the teaspoon said Stirring the milk gently
The yeast was nervous There in the curve of the bowl
The salt remained salty The flour simply inert
Oh! What you don’t know, dough! You are about to come alive!
Then it all came together Liquid, flour, and life!
The bubbling began The yeasties swam
The milk nourished them all The salt said, hold on, Buckaroo
Then there was the gluten To glue it beautifully together
What a wild and crazy ride Round and down and pound
And then a rest Time to grow
No embarrassment in getting gassy It is, after all, a magic sassy
Now risen, it is almost done Hey, here comes the hot oven!
James Floss
This article appears in Tacos y Vacunas.