Authorial absence
Oct. 17th, 2009 10:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIn six days, I'm going away.
In seven days, I will already have been to Oxford and Bristol, and shall be found in Cambridge; after that it's Heathrow, San Francisco, San Jose. God willing and the bread don't rise.
I find myself ... obsessed with making bread. With making better bread. Dried yeast, fresh yeast, these I cracked long since. The sourdough I am still working on. Obsessively. I have half a loaf uneaten, but it's not good enough; I shall bake more tomorrow. Although just now I am mostly eating noodles.
I could be a baker, y'know. I always kinda wanted to cook; I'd never stand up to the demands of a restaurant and a busy kitchen, but a bakery, a bread oven, a few dozen artisanal loaves a day... Yeah. I could do that. A quiet life, with flour in my eyebrows. And the boys would like it, obviously. ("No, dear, you can't actually get in the oven. I know you are a heat-sink. That's the point.")
I have even been dreaming about bread. I would say "it's a sign!" - but I disbelieve in any system that would offer signage. If of anything, it's just a sign of obsession: which I could detect anyway, thanks very much.
I have a new bread book, which calls for Almost No Kneading. I disbelieve in that too, but I might try a light rye loaf tomorrow, in parallel with the sourdough. Just to see. I need to learn...
In seven days, I will already have been to Oxford and Bristol, and shall be found in Cambridge; after that it's Heathrow, San Francisco, San Jose. God willing and the bread don't rise.
I find myself ... obsessed with making bread. With making better bread. Dried yeast, fresh yeast, these I cracked long since. The sourdough I am still working on. Obsessively. I have half a loaf uneaten, but it's not good enough; I shall bake more tomorrow. Although just now I am mostly eating noodles.
I could be a baker, y'know. I always kinda wanted to cook; I'd never stand up to the demands of a restaurant and a busy kitchen, but a bakery, a bread oven, a few dozen artisanal loaves a day... Yeah. I could do that. A quiet life, with flour in my eyebrows. And the boys would like it, obviously. ("No, dear, you can't actually get in the oven. I know you are a heat-sink. That's the point.")
I have even been dreaming about bread. I would say "it's a sign!" - but I disbelieve in any system that would offer signage. If of anything, it's just a sign of obsession: which I could detect anyway, thanks very much.
I have a new bread book, which calls for Almost No Kneading. I disbelieve in that too, but I might try a light rye loaf tomorrow, in parallel with the sourdough. Just to see. I need to learn...