Pizza Dough

Here is the mix I use…

  ½ Recipe Full Recipe Double
Warm Water ¾ cup 1½ cups 2¼ cups
Yeast 1 package 2 packages 3 packages
Sugar 1t 2t 3t
Salt ¾t 1½t 2¼t
Olive Oil 3T 6 T ½ cup + 1T
Flour 2 cups 4 cups 6 cups

Mix everything except the flour and let the yeast mixture become foamy for about 5 or 10 minutes.  Then, add the flour until it is no longer sticky; knead for 5- 10 minutes; you may need a bit more or a bit less flour.  Let it rise until doubled (about an hour, depending on how warm your kitchen is), punch it down and it is ready to use.  I won’t explain how to use it.  If you would like more information please let me know.

By the way, 1 package of yeast = 2 rounded teaspoons (a bit fuller than full).

Let me know how it works.

Which Side?

Beside the freeway bus stop
the boys play soccer
with a piece of trash
(today it’s a tossed-aside
one liter water bottle).

The bigger one kicks off his
shoes, towards his mother
who is selling fruit to the commuters,
because the sneakers’ sole
became unattached
to the hole-y canvas upper
making it hard to beat his brother
at trash soccer.

“Put on your shoes,” sighs mom
as she takes a few cents for a
watermelon slice, all the time knowing
he won’t.

The commuters,
with purses, backpacks and briefcases
(and slices of fruit),
climb the stairs of the pedestrian bridge
that spans the freeway.

Which side will they come down on?

Sick in Bed

a four-legged horse
with a very flat back
carried cereal and milk
which Jack will attack

with his sword and a slurp
he’ll devour his prey
this banquet for kings
will return him to play

The Cupboard

The ratty kitchen cupboard door
stood open every morning.
And everyday I told my kid,
“This is your final warning!

“You have to, must and always will
keep spices from the light
within the safety of the doors,
the cupboard closed up tight!”

“Sorry pop, it wasn’t me,”
the youngest one would say.
“I’d never harm the cinnamon.”
One day he moved away.

That open kitchen cupboard door
kept pestering my life.
Mistake! for it was not my child:
Was my forgetful wife.

“Oh honey, dear, please help me out
and do me a big favor:
Please close the cupboard door at night
so spices we can savor.”

“Don’t ‘honey me’ with open doors;
forgetful I am not.
I, too, protect the tarragon
and rind of apricot.”

After many years of open doors
she passed while sound asleep.
I cried for days, din’t eat a bite,
spent nights a‘counting sheep.

Then hunger knocked one afternoon,
I craved a spicy stew.
Aghast! the cupboard doors thrown wide!
I din’t know what to do!

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The cupboard doors I had removed,
And now I clearly see:
T’was not my son nor lovely wife,
The guilty one was me