i dreamt i was a baker — 3 years ago
And then I woke up.
My first - and last - attempt to bake bread was when I was twelve. Overcome by the new and exciting urge to knead dough and play with packets of yeast, I happily worked away in the kitchen for hours only to produce some ghastly loaves that even the cats wouldn’t nibble on.
I think this will be a fun learning project for the summer: I’m older, more patient, and (somewhat) better at following directions. The worst that could happen is that I amass a collection of organic doorstops over the next few months. I wonder if there is a market for that…
