carbe diem

I’m one of those people who always gets a little restless in the relentless pursuit of becoming who I want to be. Let’s be honest: there are a million things I’d like to be, and I’ll do just about anything to inch my way there. One of those things is becoming an incredible baker—someone you can depend on to make the most delicious fresh bread: crusty, flaky, and delightful. I feel like people who can make bread just have their life together. I dunno. It’s a hunch.

So, alas, I enrolled in six weeks of bread-making classes, striving to get my life together.

I loved it. The shaping, the kneading, the scoring—it was very grounding.

So… well, no, I haven’t made any bread since.

But here’s a glimpse at the six-week journey I embarked on. And maybe—just maybe—I’ll have my life together enough again to pick it back up in the fall. Stay tuned.