The Bread Bible has consumed much of our weekend. After much talk, but not quite so much follow through, we've embarked on a new, very important to us, food journey. We've begun to take great strides to support our local farmers and growers, and to cut out all processed foods from our diet. Because of our love of cooking, and our passion for food, it was a very logical step for us to take. The biggest issue, however, will be bread. At the recommendation of our good friends, Rich and Shannon, we borrowed this book from the library, and tagged just about every page. As I type, we have our first loaf of white bread rising, and a batch of butter biscuits cooling.
It's a lot of work, but gosh, it feels good. It feels like art to me. Taking a few ingredients, combining them together in a certain way, and turning all the bits into something. Much like knitting a few stitches, or making a few strokes with a paintbrush is therapeutic, there is something in the act of mixing, kneading, and shaping that touches the soul. There's no better feeling than taking bits and pieces of almost nothing and turning into something.
I'm very proud of our homemade life.