Confession: La Baguette Parisienne

Molly bakes bread. Everyone knows that. She does it cheerfully. She does it perfectly.  It is just a part of her identity…

“Life is just too short,” I said to a friend the other day. “Not just my life but my children’s lives,” I continued. “And I’m feeling the time crunch.” I had been so focused on feeding them healthy for the last couple of years that I was baking up to three times a week. Fixing every meal homemade, cleaning up afterwords, avoiding processed foods, baking my own bread, crackers and breakfast foods was seriously affecting my quality of life and I could feel important moments slipping through my flour dusted hands. I struggled to make the bread fluffy, I struggled with the taste, and I struggled getting my kids to eat the bread I made. I prayed fervently to my Heavenly Father for help making a perfect loaf of bread. The day I threw away 4 loaves of baked bricks right out of their bread pans, I got my answer….”Buy it.”

I was lucky to find a bakery, near by, that bakes with a natural yeast start. My children like the bread and all I have to do is make a run to the bakery. The first time I went to the bakery, I bought three loaves, and a dozen rolls. It cost me $12.00. That is how much my sanity costs. $12.00. Wow.

My name is Bianca and I don’t bake bread. I buy it from a bakery. It comes in a clear plastic bag. It looks, feels and tastes homemade but I won’t take credit for it……That would be dishonest. I can bake bread, (not perfectly and not cheerfully.) I just don’t, not anymore. Look! Now, I have time to write about it on my blog! Ha! It is good to be back! I missed you all.