My new motto.

Once, long ago, someone asked me  what was my philosophy of bread.

It was not an innocent or friendly question.

This person was not my friend and by the way she asked the question I realized she was not interested in becoming my friend.

I shouldn’t have answered her question.

Now I would look at her and lift my left eyebrow as I looked over my glasses quizzically at her and smile slightly.

Then, I felt obligated to be sociable, if not nice, to such inquiries.

So I stammered ” Philosophy of bread?  I like to make it and I love to eat it.”

Major fail – in her opinion- she smirked and walked away.

So, I found a working philosophy to hand out to my students when I was teaching bread baking and shaping classes-

And it still works for me.  But it was just a safe substitute because I was still in the – make it- eat it- phase of my life.

Then, we went on a family vacation where we rented a home with a fully stocked kitchen.  The island we were staying on had two choices for bread, soft-unflavored white loaf and dry and heavy wheat bread. 

The first day there I made bread.  Two glorious high rising chewy and crunchy loaves that smelled like a bit of heaven.   My family thanked me and I responded to them my real philosophy of bread.

Wherever I am – there will always be bread.

Today, I am making bread with flour I ground-

and sourdough starter I’ve been keeping-

and caraway seeds I’ve grown and harvested.

( I left the seeds too long in the garden- because I wanted them to self seed some plants for next year and it has been too hot to check everyday.

I left them over long- which has brought me to come to another philosophy-

Anything that crawls away should be allowed to depart in peace.

eww.  )

Any way, I’m off to make bread- which I still like to do-

and later, we will eat it- which I still LOVE to do.

Because, where ever I am , there will always be bread.

At least, that is my philosophy.