Grammy grew up doing for her family
what we today let corporations and
manufacturers do for us without a
thought as to whether this is best.
But me? I'll admit, the fact that I spent several hours this weekend baking bread and churning fresh butter for the first time, made me feel like some kind of PIONEER HERO. Like I'd done something super special and unique. In fact, it took me two whole days to cut into the loaf I made for sandwich bread--it just seemed too perfect and pretty to mar (until I realized if we didn't start eating it, it might foolishly go to waste). Silly me. Grammy would laugh if she knew.
Bread I made this weekend:
Hearty whole-wheat raisin,
and old fashioned white.
|Zucchini bread: More weekend|
Bread making is not a process you can rush. There's a pleasant rhythm to it where you do something to the bread then wait--bread--wait--bread--wait. During the waiting times, I churned butter, then got a chance to read, take pictures of the deer outside my kitchen window, and stroll down the pastured slope to say hi to my hubby. Losing myself in this rhythm had a way of separating me from the harried pace of the week before--and the week that lay ahead. It was a delightful pause, a needed parentheses in the run-on sentence of my busy life.
Who knew bread making could be such a soul-satisfying experience?
Do you bake your own bread on a regular basis? What are your reasons for doing it? How does it make you feel? What is your routine? I'd love to hear from you in the comments below.
Joy--Fearless Farm Girl
"Farm girl: it's a verb, because it's what you do."