Several years ago I made, and sold, my bread throughout Capitol Hill in Seattle. I moved back to California, and stopped selling, and even making, my bread. Now, my barm sits in my fridge. Forlorn and forgotten. Every week or two I remember it with a sigh, feed it, tell it I am a bad barm mom, and vow to begin making my bread again. Alas, I fail time and time again.
This is an attempt to re-ignite my passion for baking! I find such joy and love when I am in the kitchen, prepping my tiny space, and planning out my next project.
Here is to the awakening of a passion that dwells inside, and an attempt to let it out.