perfection is a conspicuous imperfection..
i haven’t made a sourdough loaf in a couple of weeks. i’ve been out of routine. travelling a lot. started a new job. i won’t have a chance to make another loaf until… not that long before this blog is published. by when it will have been maybe 3 or 4 weeks. my poor starter. i shall have to feed it a couple of times before i leave. or give up on the whole routine.
i have been thinking about it. quitting. it’s a pain in the arse. but it slows me down. it means planning for a whole day at home. and its always a thrill seeing what comes out the oven. every loaf a unique little masterpiece. the sight of my labour, mixed with the grain from the land, a little salt from the sea, a process that connects me personally to my ancestors, a process that dates back to maybe 5000 or 6000 BCE.
hmm. i feel the weight of history upon my shoulders now. i guess i’ll feed my starter.
the love epochal. n.n. benn 