Pandemic Projects 2: Bread
Didn't we all make bread during the early part of the pandemic? I certainly did. We shared secrets of our sourdough starters and secretly jacked them up with commercial yeast when things looked less than ideal. I think the process of baking bread in this way fit well with my writing project. Both connected me in different ways to my family both past and present. I cannot sit still in ordinary times. With all the time that the pandemic gave us and with all the stress that came as well, my hands and my head needed something productive to do. Feeding my family by cooking and by raising my garden was therapeutic. Writing was also therapeutic in giving me something to concentrate on besides news of the pandemic.
