Share this on:Raspberry Chocolate Milk Porter Pudding Shooters St. Patrick’s Day is my birthday. Having said that, besides my 21st birthday, I don’t usually get too hyped up about the green beer, Guinness, and corned beef. The reality is, when it comes to beer and corned beef, we pretty much celebrate my Irish heritage all…… Continue Reading
Share this on:Russian Imperial Bourbon Aged Stout Gingersnap Cookies Sometime you just need cookies. And beer. First, I just want to say thanks to all of you who have left such kind word about our sad family troubles. I appreciate each and every one of you. We’re totally checking out this weekend and headed to…… Continue Reading
I discovered about five years ago that baking bread from scratch is a huge outlet to manage my stress and anxiety. It was an accidental discovery. I happened to be at a local farmer’s market where someone was selling homemade bread and I was overcome with a desire to make my own. No joke. I went to the grocery and bought about 14.765 bags of flour and loaded up my cart with yeast packets. I came home and went to town. I kneaded, and experimented, and stuffed loaves of bread with gorgonzola, jalapeno peppers, cheddar, rosemary, roasted garlic – you name it, I stuffed with it. The list goes on and on.
I’m not sure what about baking bread is so magical. Maybe it’s the very basic physical process of using my hands to knead dough for a while and then taking a break and walking away. Maybe it’s being able to do something more physical by punching down the dough. Then apologizing to my poor abused dough by massaging it some more and forming it into not so perfect circular balls to rise up again and be baked into some kind of bread.
Now it’s one of my happy places. When life gets too complicated, I escape by baking bread. That physical activity, yet mind numbing work helps me check out, if only for a short time, to forget about what is wrong with the world, or my life – even just for a little while.
We’ve had some troubles here lately with what I can really only describe as an ongoing family tragedy. I’m going to just keep hanging in there and baking bread while hoping for the best.