On Saturday morning I woke up from a 17 hour sleep with remnants of the migraine that put me to bed in the first place. My head was foggy and I wasn't feeling myself, I knew I needed to get out in the garden to 'repair' but the sun was too bright, so I retreated to my old and long forgotten friend, baking.
I baked my first loaf of bread, and the gentle rolling of the loaf was therapeutic. This age old practice is not hard as most people assume, but thoroughly enjoyable. Naturally it is considerably easier if you have gotten a Kitchenaid for a birthday present. The hardest part of baking bread is waiting until you can eat it.
When I find the perfect loaf I will add the recipe here.
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