Reason No. 5 to be happy

Fresh Baked Bread

Today I took out my frustrations on some yeasty dough. I pounded, punched and ground my palms into the the sticky, squishy dough. Then I let it rest. It got all big-headed and full of itself, so I beat it down again-- only to have it rise once more-- so I shoved it in the oven.

Oh it teased me -- filling my house with its warm smell until I throw open the oven door and knocked. The dough sounded hollow, airy, so I ripped off a chunk, rubbed its shell in butter and bit down.