It’s pathetic really, but I blame our pandemic restriction, having to work from home, I become a villager, walking around the neighborhood watching the same gardens slowly changing from winter brown to summer green.
Like many middle aged men I turned to baking sourdough, to learn how to master the development of dough through autolys, levain and baker’s math. Today I find my heroes on YouTube and as every loaf becomes a little better, yet another shining moment of a better crust and oven spring.
Last week we were told that we will probably not see the inside of an office until next year so I have another six months to become a baker. It’s pathetic really, but at least the bread is good. Maybe I have time to teach myself to be a blacksmith next. Pathetic really.
June-morning walk —
meadow grass weighted by dew
soaking his shoes
I feel that my baking is improving, and it feels like a shining moment to be able to create a loaf from scratch with my own sourdough, flour water and salt, but it’s also a little bit sad that I have to find something so many others master so much better.
Haibun Monday at dVerse is hosted by Lilian and the topic is “one shining moment”.
June 22, 2020