Making bread
03/16/2008 09:25 p.m.

Making bread is so healing. Proofing the yeast with just the right amount of sugar and warmth, turning the dough out onto a floured surface at just the right point...not too wet, but not too dry, so that a delicately spongy dough is created. Kneading the dough with all the strength in my arms and upper body as if I'm working a magic with bare brute. Waiting patiently for the dough to rise, punching it down into submission just once more, and then gently shaping it into loaves that will be warm and fluffy on the inside and just the right amount of crust on the outside. A nurturing that can be accomplished no other way; butter melting and the aroma reaching into the neighborhood to tell the world that one home still does things the old fashioned way every now and again, just to keep things in balance.


I am currently Nostalgic
I am listening to peace in my home today