Within half an hour of writing yesterday's post, I realized that I had completely stood up my client who I had planned on meeting earlier in the day. So much for less brain fog... I keep forgetting what day it is. Last Wednesday, I was sure it was Friday and made plans for the following day, thinking it was Saturday. Those plans had to be canceled of course because I work on Thursdays. Sleep deprivation will do that to you.
I left my sourdough bread overnight and it had risen a bit over the top of the pans by this morning. So it is in the oven. Fingers crossed! It would be great if this experiment was successful. I really enjoyed kneading the dough yesterday. Gemma and Oona helped me. It's neat for them to see how real food is made. I grew up with my Mom making 8-12 loaves of bread a week to feed a family of seven. I've never been a huge fan of bread - even home made. But maybe there will be something different with sourdough? I'll like it better? I'm wondering if it is just that I don't like bread that is sweet and that I might like the sour and salty taste better. I'll find out soon and let you know.
And I am very vainly ecstatic that the scale indicated that I've finally lost a few pounds. It makes me feel thinner. Must work on not measuring self worth by whether I feel thin or not...
