Four Seed Bread

Sanding down chairs last week, I discovered exquisitely-grained wood beneath layers of paint and decided to keep them unpainted. I also chose to retain weather-beaten wooden beams instead of plastic beams (masquerading as wood), that promised to give my garden benches a low-maintenance makeover. The contractor was disappointed with my choices but thinking about them later, it struck me that in both cases, I chose  the wood for its honesty.

It’s the same, honest happiness from getting dirt under my nails trying to grow vegetables, walking barefeet in the rain with wildflowers peeking between my toes or eating street food from flimsy brown paper bags. It’s something about connecting with life and sustenance in the most basic way. Nebulous yet strong, it’s a feeling which reinforces that we are the salt of the earth, no matter how evolved our civilization or how advanced our technology.

 

Baking bread with just my hands and the oven, watching the yeast do its magic and producing a perfectly browned loaf is one such experience. This bread has the simplest of recipes. I saw it in my newspaper but decided that half the quantity was sufficient for an entire week. It doesn’t need bread-baking experience or babysitting and is healthy, which is why it can be your perfect daily bread.