baking

One-Liner Wednesday: Be Colorful

/ Liz H-H / 2 Comments

Be Colorful

My li’l rebellious self
Chooses colors of the nose
Instead of focusing on the eyes
I offer you instead
Perfumes of butter, brown sugar,
Eggs and flour
Sourdough    bananas
Cinnamon     Nutmeg and Honey
Chocolate     cranberries      pecans
Slow baking and sensual
Close your eyes and inhale
Warm from my oven
To your palate

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2025)

Just Jot January Day 15 and 1-liner Wednesday. Tap into the url below and see what others have done, say hi, and dream uo your own!  https://lindaghill.com/2025/01/15/one-liner-wednesday-jusjojan25-the-15th-be-colourful/

Winter Pulla Bread

/ Liz H-H / 12 Comments

The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: EVEN. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!

You start with a precise recipe: this many deciliters of starter, so many grams of flour (careful not to overpack, and smooth the top evenly with a blunt butter knife), a measure of vegetable oil, a half teaspoon of yeast dissolved in ¼ cup (plus two extra teaspoons) of warm water, and half that amount of salt, ¼ cup of honey, a single brown-shelled egg (room temperature and beaten), one quarter-cup of golden raisins (soaked for an hour and drained, to be added last) and a generous rounded teaspoon of cardamom.

Except that you halve the recipe because your mother has passed and she can no longer help you enjoy the bounty.                            Continue reading →

Strategy: Punt and Run

/ Liz H-H / 31 Comments

The challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your own creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “CAROUSEL”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories

She’d retreated to the kitchen to escape the cacophony of what had become weekly shouts and belches that took over the living room, to get herself together and decide the next big thing she needed to do.

She would start with something easy: bake a sourdough loaf, with its usual white-whole wheat mix, and add dried fruit and nuts, with a scattering of spices of indeterminate mixture; nothing calmed her like creating something with her hands that no one had ever tasted before (not that these over-enthused sports nuts her husband had gathered would be able to appreciate the craft that brought her calm). Continue reading →

Mother Loaf

/ Liz H-H / 20 Comments

Danger traffic sign

Well, at least he’s happy.

I wasn’t expecting a visit from my teenaged, road-working son, but here he is, leaning into a half-eaten, torn-into loaf of walnut-wheat bread, butter disappearing quickly. His bent arms are long enough to eclipse the entire side of my kitchen table, effectively blocking me out. Yes, of course I fed my kid. You always feed your kid. They never completely grow up, not in your eyes.  Continue reading →