daily bread.9.10.2010
there are simple joys that fill your senses: smell, taste, touch, delight. my mind is never lost in the practice of making bread. i am thoughtful of the hands that went into planting the seed and tending the good earth. while many of these hands are working larger machines to enable a much larger yield, i do enjoy dreaming of those who tend the earth well, small plots of soil in their care. i think of the bread baked by my ancestors, whose hands work into my own as i make these loaves of bread for sharing.
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