This year, I tackled something that had been on my to-do list for an age. I learned to bake my own bread. Last winter, I didn't buy store-made bread at all - not once.
No matter how busy I got, I made it a weekly ritual.
There was something therapeutic about the process. The kneading of the dough, reminiscent of days long ago when I used to work in ceramics. The warmth of the oven, the smell of the loaves baking on the oven... All slow, measured, calming steps.
And the finished product?
It might not be much cheaper, once both time and ingredient are accounted for. It might not be better than the sourdough you can find at local bakeries. But I can't imagine taking any other bread over a hand-crafted loaf, fresh from the oven with just a bit of butter.
This post is part of Think Kit 2011.