I love living the life we do. I love knowing where our food comes from and what goes into it. But for the first time, this week I found myself saying to J, “I know this is the life we’ve chosen to live, but I just don’t want to bake bread right now.”
What I really wanted to to plant my arse firmly on the couch and watch Revenge. I wanted the days to have more hours, but only so that I could fill them with the mundane, watching movies mostly.
But instead, I turned the dough out onto the bench, and shaped it while waiting for the oven to heat up. Then at 20 minute intervals, I got up and changed the oven temperature according to Celia’s recipe, and after about an hour there were two freshly baked round sourdough loaves cooling.
It wasn’t hard, it’s wasn’t even that time consuming and it was a wonderful result, but at the time I was dreading it.
Do you ever have this in your life? Have something that you usually love, that you know will result in a positive outcome but you just can’t be bothered doing it?