... but the bread still rises. My SiL (let's call her Phyllis) and I write each other weekly newsy emails and she told me about her plans for a dinner party she was going to be hosting for friends. Phyllis was making bone broth to use in preparing beef stew and listed the various dishes that friends were making. These included stuffed mushrooms, a salad with winter vegetables, cheesecake, and one friend would be bringing whatever bread she had baked that week. Phyllis said that this friend had started baking bread in January and kept baking as things got worse and worse. She told Phyllis that "The world may be imploding, but the bread still rises."
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I was struck by this and felt compelled to start a loaf of cinnamon raisin bread, especially because I hadn't baked any bread in quite a while. It was done baking later at night, so it was dark and the pictures aren't terrific, but it was one of the nicest looking loaves I've made.
It looked just as good when I cut a few pieces the next morning, and tasted wonderful.
Everybody has to find the coping mechanisms that work for them, whether they involve voodoo dolls, reading, knitting, appreciating nature, music, or baking bread. Just thinking about what my next loaf will be makes me feel better because even though the world may be imploding, the bread still rises.
This is a beautiful loaf, Bonny. As a bread maker, I am impressed. Did you use your pullman pan? I probably would have had to have a slice while it was warm. :) This is a wonderful philosophy; I like it! All shall be well as long as the bread rises.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous loaf! I can almost smell and taste it through the computer.
ReplyDeleteThank goodness that the bread still rises! There is something comforting about that... and your loaf is incredibly lovely! May your day rise like your bread... and may any implosions be ones that don't even make the news cycle!
ReplyDeleteYour kitchen skills always amaze me!! That looks delicious and I bet it smells wonderful. Are you ready for this week? I hope you have fun with your family :) Merry Christmas!!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great motto! And that is great looking bread, Bonny. I'd like a slice, please. . . XO
ReplyDeleteThe bread still rises. It looks delicious. And thanks for modeling a way to resilience, which is important for resistance.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Pam! It's a delicious way to resist.
DeleteWhat a gorgeous loaf and what a day to see this post. I was up until 2 am watching videos on how to improve my bread making skills. My last two loaves were nothing to brag about. I just can't get a good rise. I ended up buying some things to try sourdough(!) which sounds to me like I'm setting myself up for some big fails come January.
ReplyDeleteI was fearful for this loaf during the second rise. I think my kitchen is too cold for good bread rising so I had to let this one go for almost two hours. But thank goodness for oven spring because it did turn out well. I'll be looking forward to seeing your sourdough!
DeleteI love this sentiment. Bread, and especially your beautiful loaf, carries so many wonderful connotations. It is a humble but also miraculous sustaining food that carries many memories for every culture.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great sentiment for getting through the current state of affairs and all bad times, really. Your loaf looks absolutely delicious! There was a time when Molly was younger when she'd eat Pepperidge Farm cinnamon raisin swirl bread multiple slices at the time -- I wish I'd known how to bake bread then!
ReplyDeleteOh, that's a gorgeous loaf!! Yum. And is that a giant woven potholder? I love it!!
ReplyDeleteThat is a PERFECT loaf of cinnamon raisin bread! And what a great analogy to remember. Thank you.
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