Thursday, November 3, 2011
Which, of course, Mom's does.
So I had to look at her sideways and say, "Really? You can't even mix everything up yourself?"
Folks, let me tell ya: I make bread.
I have to feed my starter periodically-- because it's a living colony of symbiotic organisms and they need to eat to stay alive.
When I make bread I get the starter out. I measure the ingredients and mix them into dough with my hands.
Then I knead the dough with my hands. Then I let it rise, then I punch it down, then I shape my loaves and let them rise again...
Then I bake them... in a Dutch oven...with coals from a fire that I made with wood that I personally went to the mountains and gathered, cut, and split with my hands.
This is about the time I started to realize I was sounding a lot like my grandfather telling me about growing up... and I never thought I'd have an opportunity to say it myself but,
I WALKED UPHILL BOTH WAYS to make that bread!
It took awhile for Mom and my client to stop laughing... but I have a whole new appreciation for baking bread.
Posted by Maggie at 4:16 PM