What is it about a short week that feels so darned long? I am thankful for the weekend.
I am thankful that I decided to bake some sort of bread each week for a whole year as an homage to my mother’s love of bread. It is very gratifying to know I have a magical goop (aka starter) in the refrigerator that I can coax into something delicious for the people I love. There is healing in the whole process of bread baking; it is slow and measured.
This week I used the starter to make a homemade pizza crust which was substantial without being heavy. Oh, my.
Rounding out the list of things I am grateful for this week…
The upsides of an empty nest.
International calls through FaceTime.
Kids who try.
Friends.
The feeling of fall in the air this morning.
Homemade applesauce.
#715-724 of My One Thousand Gifts