A Friday ritual inspired by SouleMama. A single photo –
no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment to pause, savour and remember.
The recipe is from Baking Bread with Children, one that I used before, but that never turned out so well. Light and fluffy and delicious.
In the book, Cohen described how he once baked bread with a group of people at a conference. There was a great atmosphere in the kitchen, people singing and enjoying themselves – and the bread turned out particularly well.
He says that the baker’s joy turns the bread into something that nourishes the baker and those who eat in different ways also. Soul food.
So maybe it’s because we were clearing out the kitchen, cleaning and tidying while the dough was resting, Kaya in and out with shovels and mud caked boots. Maybe the lightness of the cared for kitchen is what we can taste in the bread. Maybe it was the bright day, the blue sky and crisp air. The anticipation of the weekend ahead.
I use a mixture of water and flour to make the cross, instead of icing as per the recipe. The only thing I forgot was to glaze the buns before making, but now I actually quite like the buns au naturel.
A good day to make soul food.