We have two bread machines and sometimes they are making two different types of bread. Our little funky house is filled with the aroma of bread and peace and love.
Found at Rumionfire:
"What does the wheat know of the bread
For the bread is far ahead.
It once was wheat and then flour,
The rising dough but for an hour,
Baked by the heat of the fire
Purged its dross, ascended higher;
Now the bread knows its fate
To be consumed not too late.
If the bread, wheat inspire
The wheat will stay in its quagmire.
For the bread is far ahead
What does the wheat know of the bread?"
� Shahriar Shahriari
June 11, 1997