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All that kneading had come to an end
With other ladies, she did contend
Prayed her buns were just right
Weren’t rolled up too tight
Gave a sigh, seems she had the right blend
June Writing Prompt – Sandwiched between pumpernickel on rye, she found her prize – Day 8/30
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Sounds like something we call Women’s Institute here where at monthly meetings there are often competitions for baking. I stuck to using a breadmaker, except for a few experiments with plaited bread 🙂
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I’ll stick to the supermarket, although I did make bread many moons ago 🙂
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This picture makes me so nostalgic.. I can almost smell my grandmother’s fresh rolls, just pulled out of the huge wood-fired oven. And the poem is so sweet and expressive. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you for reading! 🙂
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