
Plains Folk: Second Rise
Copyright 2022 Plains Folk Awakening in winter dark, I felt a peculiar consciousness of a living, stirring thing in the house--something other than the usual snores of a Labrador retriever. I padded downstairs to the prairie kitchen, lifted the towel covering our big Medalta mixing bowl, and checked the progress of my vorteig-my pre-dough, the batter stage of a baking project I had left on the counter for first rise overnight. It was alive, and alluring--I bent over the bowl to take in the scent.





