3 cups flour
It seems that the older I get, and the more time I put into this ‘adult’ thing, the less invested (interested?) in food I become. I find myself growing increasingly tired with the banal necessity of having to constantly think about what to eat, when to eat it, when to go to the grocery store, etc. ad nauseum.
1 ½ tsp salt
Which is not to say that I don’t like cooking – in fact, I love cooking, particularly the bits involving knives. I just find it tiresome. Boring even. Obviously modern life & being busy & & & are factors but mainly I’m just weary of the fact that my body needs to be fed so very often. As delicious as it may be, I don’t really want to talk about dinner all of the time, you know?
¼ tsp instant yeast
Hence, somewhat paradoxically, why I like baking so much. Yes, baking is time and following-directions intensive, but when one’s done baking one doesn’t need to bake whatever it is that one has just baked for some days. There’s also a certain beauty to the mixing of strange, often bone-dry & seemingly unfood, ingredients (this essay’s section titles = THIS) & having them ¡voila! emerge as…bread?
1 5/8 cups warm water
E.G.: sautéing an onion pales in comparison to baking. An onion – though far more palatable once chopped & cooked – still looks like onion after it sits on a hot thing in some oil for awhile. But yeast? Yeast is a living thing. Yeast is magical pixie dust which transforms flour – itself an ancient source of human dominance – into something fit for sandwiches, something which has crust, something which can, for a few days at least, somewhat settle that question of those many meals.
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