It snowed today and it truly looks lovely outside with a fresh white dusting on the ground.
After pumping this morning I started my day in the kitchen around 6am starting a proof for a loaf of bread for my brother. By lunch I was so anxious and worked up so I decided I needed a focaccia for myself in the evening. I started my first rise right after devouring a frozen burrito and a couple homemade energy bites and got back to work at my computer.
I realized during that second bread project of the day how much writing and baking bread really soothes me. It has been a rough, isolating year and working my hands through some dough and smelling the yeast throughout the house really helps to ground me.
