Foxy Bread

I had to take my sewing machine in to get it fixed. So I took both kids down the street to the repair place and parked out front. I now had to get both boys and my sewing machine inside the store at the same time. I was suddenly in the middle of a logic puzzle. I'm a farmer and I have to get a chicken, fox and chicken feed across a lake. But the boat can only hold two at a time. So I carried the chicken and feed and left the fox unbuckled in the car with instructions to hop out and push the button to close the door. When stuff like that happens, stuff like trying to run errands with two babies, I start to feel overwhelmed and worry that I'm not living each moment, but trying to get to the next one.
So I decided that I needed to learn how to bake bread. I've always been scared of yeast. It's alive? Eats sugar? So I skip right over recipes with rising times. But now I'm kneading and proofing and baking. I started with some recipes from King Arthur Flour. And even went to a gourmet store for instant yeast. Which changed the game. My first two loaves didn't rise enough. But we're delicious, if not a little dense.
This time I started a loaf, which required me to soak oatmeal in boiling water and wait for it to cool. And, I fell asleep. So I had to re-lukewarm it.
It's keeping me on my toes, this bread thing. It won't let me lolly gag. Or be a flibbertigibbet.
And hopefully it will help me slow down. Although, I think all the carbs will do that for me.

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