She tiredly placed the slabs of bread into the toaster and then while they fused better together, she gathered up the jar of peanut butter and pulled the glass jar of strawberry preserves from the refrigerator. Once the toast was finished, she combined the ingredients slowly, still worn out from kneading the dough an hour ago.
With a glass of milk to finish it off, she tucked into her well-deserved lunch.
My morning, like most Tuesdays for me, began with making bread dough as today is my Baking Day. Unfortunately, I’m still rather worn out from yesterday’s swimming so I probably won’t get as many batches made up as I normally do.
I’ve taken part in different prompts and challenges, but the only month-long challenge I’ve ever taken part in is NaNoWriMo which is in November. I don’t know if I will write a poem for every day of April, but after my mixer broke (in the middle of kneading the bread dough!) I decided that I was going to post a poem about it to help me feel a little better (and it does, a little.)