Historical downtown at night.
Christmas lights reflecting in windows and on rain-slicked sidewalks.
Drops falling as I stroll under a nature-print umbrella.
A gift from my kiddo.
Ducking into the warmly lit eatery for a baking class.
Sipping spiced chai as we wait to begin.
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| my first loaf of sourdough💞 |
A girlfriend walks in.
A surprise for us both.
A few women and an older man.
Uniting around a sizeable butcher block table,
mingling in black, flour-dusted aprons and super-sticky hands.
Story telling, laughter, and learning.
Stretching, folding and proofing our dough.
A freshly baked loaf and rolls to go.
I've been wanting to make my own sourdough.
Half to keep and half to give away.
I am making another loaf today.
be well...
xoxo
💖
" Fikabröd
are the freshly baked goods
that accompany coffee."
"Who needs therapy
when you've got floury hands and a warm loaf? "
"Behind every great sourdough
is a messy kitchen and a happy baker."
"What begins as flour and water
becomes nourishment through love and time."
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