Today’s journal entry is about having a “good bread day”. I’m not a consistent baker yet, probably because I don’t have a lot of time to practice these past few months. Last Saturday my bake was on point, though.
I realize now what I had been reading in baking tutorials. You gotta get out of the time-bound mindset, like kneading your bread a certain number of minutes and a certain number of times. What works better is to really “listen” to your dough or to observe when it’s ready.
My dough last Saturday felt like fluffy, elastic marshmallow that grows steadily when left alone. I committed the texture and feel to memory so that I can recognize it again next time, then popped the dough-babies in the oven and prepared myself to enjoy my favorite part about baking–the minutes that follow, when the scent of freshly baked bread fills the house. I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of that moment.
It’s hard to believe that just a few months ago, “baking bread” was in my to-learn list along with pen turning and pottery. I think it’s important to remain curious about the world around you, enough to want to learn new things. I think I’ll practice more so that I’ll be consistent with my output before I learn something new, though.