Every once in a while, I simply need to be quiet. Get lost in a book, listen to mellow music, stare hopefully at the sky, and like yesterday — watch the wind whip giant sheets of rain this way and that, the drops splashing noisily on the windows, with the occasional flash of lightning and clap of thunder to follow.
Days like those are made for bread-baking. Some mysterious inner drive compels me to mix and proof and knead and bake
It’s been said that bread is the warmest, kindest of all words, and thus: “Good bread is the most fundamentally satisfying of all foods; and good bread with fresh butter, the greatest of feasts.”
— James Beard