Breadmaking

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When my hubby makes bread,

It’s like an alien invasion.

It’s like the film ‘the blob’

Expanding

Contracting,

Overflowing.

The flour is everywhere,

Brown and white

Two packets of yeast,

Half on the floor.

The biggest pan,

The hottest oven.

Rising up to the ceiling,

Growing  like a balloon.

Cooked

Nice with marmalade.

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Babka rose

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There is a place in Hartshill in Stoke-on-Trent that opens on a Friday and they sell Babka’s.

It’s called Bread in Common and they bake delicious bread but also babka buns, tea cakes and other delights.

I’d never tasted a babka before, they are apparently made in many places, as far apart as Poland and Israel. They are folded in layers and rise because they have yeast in them. The ones we bought have a sweet mixture including poppy seeds folded into them. They are cooked in little tin trays and when they come out of the oven they have swollen and spread out so that they are a spongy, bready consistency. They are delicious.