- I can’t go on like this, I said. I just have so much to do all the time and I work all the time and I take on all kinds of things and then there is just no time left and even if I find the time I just don’t have any energy left to do the things I want to do, the things I used to do.
- Like what? he asked softly.
- Like… like baking bread! I blurted and burst into tears.
I think we were both taken aback, both by my answer and by my reaction. Who knew that baking is so important to me?
There is magic to it though, something almost hypnotizing about how you take flour and yeast and water and suddenly they disappear, they don’t exist anymore, there is no more flour, no more water, only dough. Then you take the dough, knead it and shape it and let it rise once, rise twice, and it’s a living thing that grows and bubbles and changes, and you put it in the oven and it changes even more until the dough too disappears and you have bread. No more flour and water, no more dough, only warm, fragrant, perfect bread.
I’m sure there is an analogy in there somewhere.
What a lovely post! =) I can understand you very well because I also love to cook! I also liked the way you described the “magic”, I can even smell the warm, fragant and perfect bread! =)
I know what you mean. It’s like having lots of time to waste, to do enjoyable things you need to wait for, rather than have to work for immediate results in the frenzy of everyday life.
Sounds like you need to lie on a beach. Head on down!
Scintilla, we are in fact going to Italy in the end of July. Don’t know if we’ll make it all the way down to where you are though as we’re going by car and it’s a long way from Milan to Positano
Of course I want to go all the way, but it depends on my family and how they feel about it after three days in the car… :/
Great post! I love the way you describe baking bread.
By the way, I awarded you with the Honest Scrap award.