first loaf

Nothing but raw ingredients; wholemeal flour, bicarbonate of soda, salt, honey and buttermilk.  Combine them all and you get, a rainy afternoon sequestered inside for warmth, a blanket to burrow in, a book and the smell of baking bread.  I've had the time and the quiet to think about how singular those moments can be when all of the raw ingredients of life finally combine to create something nurturing, beautiful and surprisingly complete.  Events, meetings, opportunities taken and not taken, timing, and relationships when mixed in their own perfect way and baked over their own perfect time often create magic.  I guess the key is what you do when the works are in the oven.

Here's the next venture...