Fermenting in my thoughts
a pizza process
wake the starter
bubbling yearning yeast
and later
need
to knead the dough
then add
with coriander leaves
chilled with chili,
tomatillos from the vine,
Then toss it,
cheese it,
top it with carnitas.
broil and beat
I lick my fingers.
and don’t forget the kosher salt
tomorrow come
come share my bread
I made my first Salsa Verde with our homgrown tomatillos tonight. We will have it with a “mexican” sourdough pizza tomorrow.
Written as a stream of consciosness writing and the edited for Grace at dVerse.
August 13, 2020
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Yummy, this is delicious Bjorn. If you are baking bread, it would be perfect !
I am… I have thought myself the art of sourdough baking… but next time it will be for pizza… the starter is already fermenting.
I like the word play, the alliteration and half rhyme, it’s a delightful piece about the creative process of making a meal and crafting a poem.
These sound like very determined thoughts.
The salt is very important
First off your tomatillos look not only healthy but very pretty. Their leaves are lovely! Home-made salsa verde on Mexican sourdough pizza sounds fabulous. Yummy stream of consciousness!
Glad you managed a poem, despite your bum left hand, Yummy is the apt word for this piece. I like the way you think.
This is absolutely scrumptious, Bjorn! 💝 I love; “coriander leaves
chilled with chili, tomatillos from the vine.” Yum! 🙂
Delicioso, BRo!
your poem made me hungry for a midnight snack! Delicious!
I love this. Now I’m hungry for pizza!
Delicious thoughts!
Pizza! I’ll be there.
The pizza sounds delicious. I think you may have virtual company.
Making bread is a wonderful pastime 🙂
all sounds super tasty and your opening line indicates it’s a real passion
Yum yum! This made me hungry.
Delicious, Bjorn. I got the impression that this is not the way you usually write, but I think you pulled it off.
Food does ferment our thoughts! A vivid recipe. (K)
You left us all yearning for an invitation to your kitchen! I just like to say “need to knead”. For some reason it makes me smile!
OK, color me there! Great stream of culinary consciousness.
It makes me hungry 🙂
Your descriptive language made me taste all those goodies.
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Sounds delicious… I will be there for dinner!
I so love this lyrical invitation: “tomorrow come
come share my bread”.
Mouth watering words.