Well hello there my lovelies. Saturday is here again in all its glory. The loveliest of the lovelies Linda G Hill prompts us with the following oldie but a goodie. HERE are the rules and ping back should you decide to play along.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “close eyes and point.” Grab the closest printed material to you when you sit down to write your post, open it up (if it’s a book, flyer, etc.), close your eyes, and point. Whatever your finger lands on, use that as your prompt. Have fun!
Printed material! What is that?!?? Last time this prompt came around, I wrote about snail mail. I think … I can’t link back to it because I don’t remember the date. Finding said post would be a needle in the haystack exercise. Exercise sounds like way too much work, though I’m getting fluffy again. I’m one of those who lost weight during the pandemic with the forced to eat at home = less fast food shenanigans. But as things are re-opening and we are venturing out and I’ve stopped most exercise, up goes the lbs. of my scale whenever I dare to check.
Okay, back to task. Sadly (or not so sadly) these days I’m almost exclusively online. I have tons of virtual material but not much paper (SAVE the trees!!!). Do you think it’d be cheating to use unprinted stuff??? Oh lordy, why oh why do I over analyze. Wait a minute! I have broken my save the trees cardinal rule recently by printing recipes from Sally Baking Addiction TM. That gal Sal, she’s the bomb diggity. I can’t see well on the tiny phone screen and if the recipe is a keeper, I want to go back to it.
Closing eyes and point! Out pops bread, of the good ole yeast variety. Yummy!! Last weekend when I was all alone, seriously just me and my shadow alone, I baked bread as therapy. The treat was a hit. B asked me why I ever stopped baking bread as that was a common occurence back in our early days. Despite how long it takes, baking bread isn’t all that hard. I have no idea why I stopped other than the time commitment. But I can multitask while the dough is rising so I have no excuses. Other than if I don’t wanna, so I’m not gonna. But I wanna again, truly I do.
Punching the dough is stress relief. Bam, bam, bam again. Pow right in the kisser. And no bread hook for me. I knead the old fashioned way like Daddy taught me. Yep that’s right. Not mommy but daddy. He was the weekend chef having learned all he needed to know in the Navy on the USS Copahee, then later working 7 days a week 12 hours a day at Frank’s restaurant in Schulenburg. Today I am teaching Lulu Belle. How fun!
As always, more to come.