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My Beautiful Loaf
Apr. 14th, 2003 08:18 amI had a lot to do Saturday morning, mostly involving planning the liturgies for Holy Week, for which I am the liturgical coordinator. It is a lot of work, and it generally leaves me exhausted and spent. Each year I vow to my wife that next year I will give it up and go on a retreat, but every Lent finds me in the thick of it once again.
But I digress. This wasn't supposed to be about Saturday morning and liturgical planning--it is about Saturday afternoon and bread. When I finished my planning meeting, it had begun to rain heavily. For me, a rainy day is the perfect day to bake bread. There's nothing like a warm kitchen when the rain is pouring down.
I have a new bread recipe that I am playing around with these days, ever since my sourdough starter failed. It is a honey buttermilk bread, and it shows a lot of promise. I took the original recipe off the net somewhere, and have been adjusting it for the past few weeks. The bread has a wonderful smell, and comes out a beautiful golden color, thanks to the substitutuion of a tablespoon of molasses.
( buttermilk-honey bread recipe )
The sun is out after a night of cleansing rain, and there are a couple of birds chasing each other around the big trees in the neighbor's yard. I toasted a couple of slices of the bread and have spread some homemade jam on them that one of my friends made. I have set liturgy planning aside for a little while to simply be present in the morning. The bread of life.
But I digress. This wasn't supposed to be about Saturday morning and liturgical planning--it is about Saturday afternoon and bread. When I finished my planning meeting, it had begun to rain heavily. For me, a rainy day is the perfect day to bake bread. There's nothing like a warm kitchen when the rain is pouring down.
I have a new bread recipe that I am playing around with these days, ever since my sourdough starter failed. It is a honey buttermilk bread, and it shows a lot of promise. I took the original recipe off the net somewhere, and have been adjusting it for the past few weeks. The bread has a wonderful smell, and comes out a beautiful golden color, thanks to the substitutuion of a tablespoon of molasses.
( buttermilk-honey bread recipe )
The sun is out after a night of cleansing rain, and there are a couple of birds chasing each other around the big trees in the neighbor's yard. I toasted a couple of slices of the bread and have spread some homemade jam on them that one of my friends made. I have set liturgy planning aside for a little while to simply be present in the morning. The bread of life.
