I am surprised how little we actually use cornmeal, and how only one vision comes clearly to me. My husband baking bread on Sundays to go with the soup we always have. A fragile task, to be done with a light hand…the kitchen covered in copious clouds of flour and the smell!!

He wipes his hands together
Swish, Swish
Rough hands
Used to less delicate tasks.
Dry hands, calloused
Knead and stretch
And pull,
Until that moment.
That moment when
He knows.
It is perfect,
Fragrant, yeasty.
And Covered in Cornmeal.
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