It’s no secret that I love baking bread. I seem to talk about it to the point of boring people. I know my family loves to eat it, hates to hear about it. Jonathan is my only refuge on the matter, but I’m convinced he simply allows me to prattle on about bread because I allow him to prattle on about the lore of World of Warcraft (WoW if you will). Also, he’s an absolute middle child, malleable in all things. Add to that his love of bread, you get a child that doesn’t care how much I talk about bread or making bread. Middle child or not, I get to prattle on with this blog, so here goes.
My Love Affair With The Tassajara Bread Book
To begin with, I am conservative. I hold to the teachings of the Bible, I love my Country and it’s military, I have some convictions that I am outspoken about, and others that I just quietly believe but keep to myself. I think that organic is best, GMO’s should be stopped and at the very least labeled and that people should buy locally in season. However, I don’t think milk is going to kill us, pasteurized or not (although, there is a greater chance of it if it’s not, I suppose). I guess perhaps, I am an enigma.
I believe in the right to keep and bear arms, but I have never allowed guns in my house, it was actually brought up in our pre-marital counseling 25 years ago. (However, since we now live in the country, where a shotgun would seriously come in handy, there is a strong chance The Gunz household will indeed live up to it’s name soon.)
All of that to say this. There is absolutely no reason I can logically conclude that I would have any connection to or admiration for the Tassajara Bread Book, and yet, here it is. In 2008 I saw the documentary How to Cook Your Life and it changed my life. Not in any “now I’ll be a Zen” kind of way, but absolutely in a “be in the moment” way. It was then that I began being the girl with the mantra, “Acknowledge and move on”. It was also then that I started to see bread making for more than a way to feed a family and more as a way of feeding souls.
From that point on, I wanted the Tassajara Bread Book.
I asked for it for three years for Christmas and my birthday. Then I had a year that I was unable to bake because of my back, I really did not want it then because it would have made it all the more sad to have it and not be able to use it. Then we moved, and the budget could not sustain “extras” when there is a little boy outgrowing shoes faster than you can buy them. It must be that good country, lake air.
Today, just like a fairy tale. It arrived on my doorstep. It’s at my house right now. I can hardly believe it. All of the peace and freedom and rightness that I have been cultivating since 2008 has materialized on my wooden porch with the tin roof. “The bible for bread baking” lives on the lake in Flint, TX. I would love to stay and chat with you, but I have to clean my kitchen now. I have some baking to do.
I do want to leave you with this…
At sea during a terrific storm a student observes a duck in the midst of the building high waves. “Teacher, how is it the duck does not mind the waves? Does he not understand they can fall and crush him?” The teacher replied, “The duck is not concerned with the waves, he is busy being in the water.”
This is why.
23 Then he got into the boat and his disciples followed him.24 Suddenly a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping. 25 The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!”
26 He replied, “You of little faith, why are you so afraid?” Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm.
27 The men were amazed and asked, “What kind of man is this? Even the winds and the waves obey him!”
Have a storm free paisley day. But if you should encounter storms, remember to be in the water, and know that He is able to deliver.-KeriAnne
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