I am moving today, and I'm proud to say that for the first time in my sort-of adult life, I was responsible and did most of my packing ahead of time, which is great -- except when I had to make food for myself for the week and I had virtually nothing left in my pantry save a canister of flour, a packet of yeast, and some kosher salt.
But luckily, sometimes that's all you need.
If you know me, then you'll know that I am adamant about how magical the process of bread baking is. Think about it: take some of the most unassuming ingredients out there, give it some a bit of your time, love, and patience, and next thing you know, it is ALIVE.
Yeah, bread is ALIVE. And then we EAT IT!! Every time I make it, I reel at the power I possess in those tiny, sacred moments.