I picked up some classmates at Pete's and we all headed over the hill for our Field Trip to the Moonside Bakery. I was reminded of the movie One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest
Chef Thomas was waiting for us with fresh pastries and coffee
There is a rhythm to a bakery and if you miss a beat you disturb the song. While the bread was mixing we scaled out the challah dough, rolled and braided it. While that was proofing we formed and benched our baguettes and rounds. We egg washed and baked our challa bread then went back to do the final panning of the sour dough breads. While those were proofing, we rolled out the croissants. It was a steady and comfortable rhythm that was very grounding and satisfying. It brought to my mind the biblical examples of bread being the substance of life and the comparisons of the Kingdom of God being like a yeast that a woman took and mixed into a large amount of flour until it worked all through the dough. (Luke 13:21)
OK. I went from Nurse Ratchet to Evangelist. Any way, bread making moves me
Sometimes pictures speak louder than words.
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