Two loaves of a whole grain, whole wheat I’m trying out
Mixed starter dough: 9:45 pm
Mixed dough: 12:15 pm next day
Molded: 1 pm
Baked: 2 pm
Okay, I really meant to share one loaf of bread from this batch, but somehow the day just ran away with me. My husband was away in Singapore, and I had a few extra duties, and the hours slipped by and the bread just sat there on the cooling rack.
Look there it is. I even pulled out my camera and snapped a photo.
At one point it was warm and steaming. And later it was cooler and ready for giving. And then I was making dinner, and asking about homework, and herding the troops toward the Mexican corn pie thing I’d made. Why, bread didn’t even make sense with this meal. By morning, the two loaves still sat there, uneaten. Shame on me.
Does this ever happen to you? Good intentions, even a fair amount of action, but the end result just isn’t quite what you had hoped?
I remember a homily long ago about good intentions. We were told not to deliberate. “Don’t deliberate,” the priest repeated. If you’re prompted toward something good, don’t wait, don’t muse and wonder and over-think… Don’t deliberate, but find a way to make the good thought happen.
And that’s what I tell myself at 6 in the morning when my alarm sounds (it quacks, actually). I think, Jane, don’t deliberate. It’s time for prayers, it’s time to move this day forward; it’s time to see what sort of beauty is right outside the curtains.
So, hopefully I won’t have too many more loaves of bread like this this Lent. Uneaten, dry and only a good intention.
Pray for me!