Bread and Mental Clutter

Today I made bread.

I wish I was a baker. Baking is so terribly therapeutic to me, it’s truly the time I really can just get lost in the moment. Baking makes sense to me, recipes make sense to me. My brain can just shut off as I do what I am told by the beautifully inscribed pages of a cookery book.

I think this reflects on my psyche somehow. How I love to just follow precisely what I am told, I want to do things right and how they should be done. Baking allows me to do this, and then if it doesn’t turn out there is no blame, there is no shame or remorse. It is simply the fault of those methodically inscribed pages I so blindly followed.

Anyway my bread was great – bread rolls to be specific. Probably a bit too small but I topped them with little sesame seeds and they were so cute! I think I’m going to make them into sliders.

Published by

Jenna Rose

A 23 year old Aussie girl who loves to talk, write, learn and share pretty much anything and everything.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s