Today I love the lessons of making bread. I love that making bread teaches patience when one must wait for the dough to rise. I love that it teaches persistence and determination when one is trying to get the sponge just right. I love that it teaches that good things come from good work, the better you work and the more you pay attention to the details and ingredients the better your reward. I love that it teaches me that jam can actually taste even better depending on what it is spread on. I love that making bread teaches me that gluttony is a sin punishable by bloat. I love that I still can’t stop eating my own homemade bread and that the only way to desist is to not make it … and that’s not on! I love bread. I love baking my own bread. I love that I got new yeast and it may be a little too active and I might just use up some of the old stuff with the new stuff in my next batch to see if that gets me where I want to be, though I will never complain about getting a good rise out of my dough.
Today I love that it is Tuesday and that means laundry day. I love that we had a wonderful weekend. I love that we stayed away from Wiarton because I love Wiarton and its small town tone and vibe, and I don’t really want to experience it as a weather prognostication mecca. I love that my idea of Wiarton being turned into a wild and happening place is when we went to the Santa Clause Parade there and that was busy enough for me. I love that we wander in to Wiarton from the cottage all the time and, just like when I was growing up in Kemble, it is always a comforting place to find oneself in. I love that somehow my entire family has found their way closer to Wiarton in their last few moves.
Today I love that we’re going to try reground steel cut oats for our next batch of porridge, because we bought a more expensive brand and found it to be more cut up than our usual and we liked that a lot so I’ve run some of our usual through a grinding mill to see if that makes the difference and I’m excited about the experiment. I love that every time we make oatmeal we use some different fruit or fruit combination in it and it is never the same twice in a row and there have been some very interesting combinations.
Today I love drinking coffee by the fire while the bread whispers to me about how good it is, the laundry rumbles, and the possibilities of oatmeal and fruit are debated in my happy, quietly busy mind.