For now at least, some of our weeks have settled down into a more regular pattern, with some anchor activities determining how other things fit in alongside and around them.
In particular, our regular day for visiting our granddaughter (and yes, we are immensely fortunate that for now at least she lives close enough for us to see her every week) is Tuesday. We see her after their singing session at the local library. We start by taking her for a long walk while she has a good nap, then we all have lunch together, then some fun play time, giving her mum a bit of welcome time to catch up on some of her own things. Yesterday for the first time we took her to the play park – she loved going on the swing and watching the older children.
We take a few things over there with us, including a loaf of bread, to share for lunch and leave for them to finish off. So it makes perfect sense to have my weekly bread-baking session first thing on Tuesday mornings.
Working back from there, the sourdough starter must be taken out of the fridge first thing Monday morning. I refresh half for future batches, and set the half I’m using this time to work with a little white flour and some water. After lunch I add more water and enough additinal flour to give a porridge-like consistency, and let it sit some more. Before I go to bed I add salt and the rest of the flour, cover it, and let it sit overnight.
First thing on Tuesday morning, before I’m really quite at one with the day, I knead the dough and set it rise in the bread tins. The oven goes on, and the bread is left to rise again while I have my breakfast (and that all-important coffee). Once the oven is at temperature and the bread has risen it can go in the oven.
We’re left with either 2 or 3 loaves for us: plenty to take us through till the following week. Whatever isn’t needed straight away gets frozen. Sometimes I use one loaf worth of dough to make a baguette or rolls with half, and the other half to make us pizza either Tuesday or Wednesday evening. When I’m making tomato sauce for something else, I make extra and freeze 3 small pots – each one just right for pizza for two. So there’s a quick and delicious supper for us one evening (so long as I remember to get the sauce out of the freezer in time…).
I love the way one thing in life flows from another. Sometimes if you look forward to see what’s coming, then work backwards, it can make life that little bit easier and more pleasant. It makes all the difference.