Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Fresh out of the oven. . .

I was newly wed, maybe a year into marital bliss, and a friend said,
“Hey, come over and I’ll teach you how to make bread.” She did it all by hand, the mixing, kneading, punching down and kneading again. I watched her shape a loaf with ease.
“Here, you try.”
My hands got lost in the warm gluten mass. I expected modeling clay from grade school and I could not make sense out of the living-breathing body of bread dough. I asked her where she learned to make bread, she told me from her mother.
I thought of my mother living on the East coast at the time. She did not teach me how to bake bread. She taught me what to do when neighborhood girls said naughty words. She taught how to keep my cash out of sight when we shopped in Boston. She was the first person that taught me I was worth listening to. My mind returned to the misshapen loaf. Once home, I decided I was not the bread-baking kind of homemaker. I had other talents and buying bread off the shelf would be one of them.
Fifteen years later, I still don’t know what came over me the day they passed around the clipboard for the bread making class. I signed my name and found myself elbow-deep in fresh ground wheat flour. The teacher wasn’t a newlywed, but young, younger than me by at least a decade. She was a good teacher, she had to be to teach our classs, including me, how to turn the yeast and honey, water and wheat into an obedient loaf of bread. I admit we had some machinery (of the bosch variety) to do most of the muscle work for us this time. But I did the shaping.
I returned home and baked the two loaves of bread. I was hooked and so was my family. So here and there for the last two years, I’ve indulged in the bread making process, or the bread creating process, as I like to think of it now. No two loaves are ever the same. Working the dough soothes me. Maybe I am weird to enjoy the work of it, or the simple delight of eating it. I don’t care, it's gratifying. I revel in the smell in my kitchen, in my house. It’s a new talent, one I enjoy now more than I wanted to when I was that younger version of myself.
While I made bread today, my toddler was by my side 'helping' me. She asked for her own piece of dough to shape and mold. I felt thankful for all the patient teachers in my life.

And when my mother dropped by, it was one of life’s sweet pleasures to give her a loaf of bread.

gratify: tr. verb to satisfy a desire

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Meet my long lost . . .

Running shoes.

They say to get to know someone you have to walk a mile in their shoes. Well, that is what I got to do today. I walked a mile in my own shoes. And what did I learn about myself? That I really miss working out. That I love exercising. Okay - Maybe I love the benefits of exercising.

One of today's:

getting to see a
startling pink sunrise
behind the sleeping
blue-black Superstition Mountains

It feels great to brush off the layer of dust (two month's worth) from my shoes and get back to running.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Drum Roll, Pleae

The winner of the $25 Amazon Gift Card is . . .

Lynn Parsons


Thank you to everyone for participating.

Before this contest, I knew I had smart readers. Now I know I have witty readers and very lucky readers, too. I loved hearing your 'winning' stories.

Have a great day and be creative for the joy it brings!


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