Jeremy Paden
- How We Are
- Jun 11, 2020
- 1 min read
June 3, 2020
for breakfast I cooked & ate
some Mother / mixed her in
with mashed bananas & eggs
/ with flour / vanilla & spice /
mixed her in so the bread would rise
full & strong / tonight’s biscuits
were leavened with Mother / & monday’s
waffles / saturday’s cinnamon
sweet rolls / the pretzels from sunday /
on thursday evening I squared
the butter / then wrapped it in a hug
of Mother leavened dough / I rolled
& folded / dough & fat / through the night
for friday croissants / my Children
love these breads / the pizza dough /
the crackers / the boules & baguettes /
now leavened only with Mother /
muffins & popovers / crumpets
& chocolate cake / I keep
a frothing / soured mess / tend it /
watch it / feed it as it bubbles
& foams / as it pulls the sour
out from wheat & water /
& turns this sour into Mother /
which I feed my Children /
I don’t know what else do to do
but this Mothering / so I care
after the sour of the world /
I raise my children on it / in hopes
that it will make them hale & tender
Dear Jeremy,
I love mothers and Mothers. My Mother when I first started, I did not feed for three days ahead of using. I did not Mother up. The Mother did not inspire like my regular mother. Or this.