Last night I made a loaf of bread for the first time in a long time....in my own bread maker. This was during the dance that was happening last night. I really felt that it was not my time to go down and be at the dance. It did not call me in any way to be there. I did clean myself up though, and I did look down through the window and saw some of the 'usuals' who like to go.
It really felt like a time for me to be 'at home'...and I was.
It is funny that I should bring this up as they have a category of bread (or at least it is one of the stages of the bread)...at work..which is called Bake@Home. Mostly I call it Shake and Bake. I do notice though, over the last number of days that much of that bread has been sold in the store.
People do like to have the impression of fresh bread and certainly who has the time to do the actual 'making'. That is one thing I miss about not being with Jim and it is one thing that I enjoyed about him. The bread making. In fact, this life here is very desolate in terms of sharing any enjoyment...that way. I have not found anything that really 'touches' me.
Maybe that will come.
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