It seems that I love to knead it, form it, cut it, bake it, photograph it, read about it, smell it, touch it, eat and taste it… with honey, with peanut butter, with humus, with tahini, with cream cheese, with salsa, with chutney, with tomato, with onion, …or all by itself.
“Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.” – Pablo Neruda
“There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.” – Mahatama Gandhi
“The smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight… [Breadmaking is] one of those almost hypnotic businesses, like a dance from some ancient ceremony. It leaves you filled with one of the world’s sweetest smells… there is no chiropractic treatment, no Yoga exercise, no hour of
meditation in a music-throbbing chapel. that will leave you emptier of bad thoughts than this homely ceremony of making bread.”
– M.F.K. Fisher, The Art of Eating: 50th Anniversary Edition
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Leica R8/DMR, 60 mm Macro Elmarit