Since we have been back from our land, it has been hard on me. There is always a craving to make bread but that craving to get my hands in dough was even more extreme then normal. I put a galette bressane together the other morning and was telling my Beloved how I wished I could start every morning kneading bread. He said we have friends who would appreciate the donations. He is right!
I put together more bread dough and was kneading it last night. It was bringing calmness to my life.
And then I had small hands help me. Small Mister finds this process quite fascinating.
A bit of calm. A bit of meditation.