Bakerina
first rice bread in the new kitchen
Since arriving in San Jose, we've been buying our bread at the farmer's market in Santa Clara, from a nifty Santa Cruz-based bakery. It's wonderful bread, but I've been baking my own for such a long time that I just don't feel right, giving up all the breadbaking to other people.
I'm in an odd state of mind tonight, with no faith at all in my own brains, beauty, kindness or skill, such as they are. They might all elude me -- hell, they might run screaming from the room when I enter -- but at least I can still bake bread. To paraphrase an old blues song, of that sweet thing, I just can't get enough.
first rice bread in the new kitchen
Since arriving in San Jose, we've been buying our bread at the farmer's market in Santa Clara, from a nifty Santa Cruz-based bakery. It's wonderful bread, but I've been baking my own for such a long time that I just don't feel right, giving up all the breadbaking to other people.
I'm in an odd state of mind tonight, with no faith at all in my own brains, beauty, kindness or skill, such as they are. They might all elude me -- hell, they might run screaming from the room when I enter -- but at least I can still bake bread. To paraphrase an old blues song, of that sweet thing, I just can't get enough.