the crust

I make bread
not the way
mom and grandma did,
kneading until knuckles were clean
of flour

but with my Kitchenaid
with a dough hook

funny how that smell
of bread, still warm
cut open
spread with butter
and honey

reminds me of them
no matter how I made it

and I smile and sigh
simultaneously
before my teeth
kiss the crust

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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6 Responses to the crust

  1. Love this!

    “before my teeth/
    kiss the crust”

    Mouthwatering!

  2. Susan, it’s been ages. Trust you are doing well. So nice to read from you again. 🙂

  3. It has been ages! Nice to see your haiku today, too. Also hope this finds you well.

  4. I love the detail of transferee knowledge “kneading until knuckles were clean
of flour”. Very nice

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