Humanist

This morning when I woke up I didn’t think baking was on the agenda. In fact, I thought I was going to turn on my computer and catch up with work.

And then I thought it is a Sunday and you need to get your work-life balance in order. And then I thought I need to do something else that is not binge watching series.

About a month ago I bought yeast, because I wanted to challenge myself to remember the baking sessions with one my aunts when I was little. We heated it when that particular aunt came to visit, because each time she came we were forced to do girl or women things. I digress, story for another day.

So I read the instructions on the yeast and begun. I continued on step by step.

When I got to put the dough into the oven to bake I was a bit stuck. As a little girl, we baked with an electric oven, now I have a gas oven. I wonder should I light the lower part or the upper part.

I went with the upper part. And when the bread wasn’t browning I thought light the upper part too. And I did. I almost burnt it because of waiting for it to brown. How so humbling how I have been taking it for granted. Anyway, wisdom prevailed and I took it out of the oven just at the right time.

It brought me joy to bake today and to me it is one more step of healing from the trauma of the shocking events after my late father died in November 2020. It’s taken over two years for me to accept the shocking reality that those I never ever considered as those who would terrorize and hurt me after my father died are the ones who have. And now I am ready to heal from the betrayal.

The results were great and I am now ready to experiment more with flavours. Today I did the basic flavour with abit of sugar and salt. It tasted great with margarine, with jam and with beef stew. Wow!

The aroma of fresh bread still lingers from my kitchen and I love that too.