I made bread today.
Bread is another thing (like pie crust) that I tried once, failed at, and gave up for about 20 years. Maybe the first time I made bread, I had bad yeast. Or, maybe I made the water too hot. Or maybe I was scared because the process seemed so complex, and I kneaded it too hard with my shaking hands.
Whatever the reason, the first time I made bread, it turned out like bricks that smelled like bread, but tasted like bricks.
But, once I retired, I thought I should make bread, as it is a homey thing to do, and I am, after all, at home. So, I got out my trusty Fiddlehead Cookbook and tried once again. Our kitchen counters are too high for me to knead comfortably, so I used a Kitchen Aid mixer with a dough hook.
Lo, and behold, it worked. Now, I make bread all the time. It is a nice, contemplative thing to do. When I make bread, I always think of this lovely prayer: