I love baking. As far as hobbies go, I think it’s one of the best ones because you get yummy treats to eat and share. Also, everyone wants to be your friend when you’re sharing layer cake. But I have a particular love for bread baking, and here’s why:
- It’s a good outlet for anger. Ever kneaded bread dough by hand? We’re talking about 20 minutes of punching, pushing, stretching, and pulling. I like to pretend the dough is the face of whoever is making me mad that day (probably Josh or the kids).
- It leaves me alone with my thoughts. OK, when I’m kneading dough (which I prefer to do by hand), I don’t spend the entire time stewing over names on my bad list. It’s time I can think, pray, and worry without distraction.
- It takes patience. It’s not something you whip up when you have a spare half hour. It means an entire afternoon at home, where you spend much of your time waiting. Bread must be cultivated, and the delayed gratification is worth it.
- It forces me to relax. Bread won’t turn out well if you’re stressed out. So when I make it, I find myself taking more deep breaths, making a conscious effort to calm down and enjoy the process before me.
- Homemade loaves of bread are beautiful.