Long-time readers may remember that years ago in a previous life I baked the occasional batch of sourdough bread for a very trusting local café. I have so many lovely memories of those early mornings, bits of flour on the warm kitchen floor, the juggle, the bread smell permeating the car as we drove to town and the final reward: a café coffee once the bread deal was delivered and done. Back in those days our children were much younger, our farm business structure looked a lot different, I did all of my cooking in a gas oven and I wasn’t on Instagram.
Fast forward six or seven years. Cafés in town have come and gone, changed ownership and moved premises. Our children are both now in primary school, farm things have changed and a wood oven is now part of the furniture, so to speak.
Suddenly I find myself dipping my toes back into the world of mixing, dividing, shaping, proving and early morning bread deliveries.
I am not sure where this will take me, it could be an occasional thing or it might become regular. It is still a juggle but when those loaves come out of the oven the magic is still there. I don’t plan on world bread domination or a shiny stainless steel bakery but a few little snippets of floury feedback make me smile and give me another happy connection to our community. The final reward once the deal is done is still coffee. Thank goodness some things never change.
Have you gone back to something you once loved?
Given up something you loved and found it again?
Is there any flour on your floor?
If you happen to be in town, be sure to visit The Silly Goat for all your food and coffee needs.
Happy Sunday, friends x