There is something primal about making bread. You can almost imagine some ancient person mixing, kneeding, shaping.....
You get to get your hands in something that looks like, well,a mess, and when you are finished, you have BREAD! It is all very basic, and fundamental, but deeply satisfying at the same time.
Our forefathers and foremothers treasured their little pots of sourdough starter as they wandered across the land. For some it was their most prized possession. When you stopped, struck camp, made a homestead; it wasn't home, until someone made bread.
So that, boys and girls, is what I am doing tonight.
I hope everyone is safe and cozy, tucked away with their friends and family.
"where there are friends, there is laughter.
where there is nature, there is beauty.
where there is faith, there is hope"
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