There's always something to learn when I bake bread. A thought or two on how to short-cut the prep work will come to my mind when I knead a dough. In that span of a couple of hours, I become a: (i) problem-solver when a dough doesn't rise as much as it was suppose to within the indicated timeframe; (ii) patrol warden eyeing my little tot's curious hands roaming ever nearer to the rising dough; and (iii) food critic when tasting my own fare. Baking bread has a calming effect on my inner self ... but of cos when they don't turn out as it was suppose to then that's another story.
Savouring life with dainty bites