I was thinking the other day about my first time. I was young and inexperienced. She was much older and had an intimidating reputation. The ladies in town used to point and talk about her in hushed tones, but she didn’t mind. She was confident in her skills and she told me that she didn’t care what anyone thought. She did it purely for the pleasure.
When I showed up at her place I was surprised to see that she had everything laid out and ready. There was more to this than I’d imagined, but she assured me that I needn’t worry.
“I’ll take it slow” she purred. It all came together remarkably quick and before I knew it she gently took me by my hands. “I want you to do this” she said. “You need to be forceful and firm. Work it between your fingers. Here, let me show you.” Kneading, massaging, and pulling, her strong hands working their magic while I took it all in. Then, it was my turn. “Don’t be afraid to get a little rough” she cooed. “Be aggressive!”
Just as I started to feel confident she stopped and looked me in the eyes. “Now I want to put it someplace warm and watch it rise.” She poured oil into her hands and rubbed them together. “Once I’m finished we’ll cover it and let it rest. Then, when it’s ready I want you to use yours hands one more time, just like I showed you.” I was eager, and after what seemed like an eternity she finally said “It’s time!” I was surprised when I looked down to see that it had doubled in size. And I’ll admit that she took my breath away when she punched it down and slapped it on the counter top. “Now we’re close!’ she excitedly said. It was amazing to see how she pinched, pulled and rolled it under her palms, preparing it for its final destination. “Are you ready?” she teased. I nodded. “Then do it! Put it in!’ she cried!
I don’t know who’s a sicker puppy; me for writing this garbage or you for reading it! But hey, how many boring ‘How to Make Bread’ recipes have you had to endure? At least this kept your attention.
