BAKING INSTRUCTIONS

Main ingredient - one little girl.

Add a Dad.

Use as much of a Saturday morning
as it takes.

Oh such stickysticky dough
mixed with little girl delight.


"We need to knead it!"
I tell her.

She goes at it with fervour
and great gusto.

Flour settles like snow
upon golden curls.

She cuts a cross
in its flesh

gives it a kiss
as a final blessing.

We prove it
for an impatient 15 minutes.

It hides under
a Man Utd tea towel.

And now, while it bakes
she...shhhhhh...sleeps.

Her & her
cat.

She awakes as
the little loaf emerges

into the brightness
as noon

her laughter
melting butter.

"Mmmmmmyummmm!"
she Mmmmmmyummmms.

I tidy
the kitchen.