magical about making bread from scratch.

Today I made focaccia. I loved kneading the dough. Watching it rise. And the smell of bread cooking. And the taste of it fresh from the oven. Melted in my mouth, practically. (I called my sister in law immediately after it was done, I was so enthused, asking if I could bring her some freshly made bread).

Through cooking/ baking, I’ve found a new way to express myself. Or at least to be creative. To be present.