if you can't be a breadwinner, be a breadmaker

My recent state of affairs really got me down in the dumps. i was afraid to do anything, afraid to be in the city, afraid to get out of bed. i'd do a zillion things at once and then collapse into a cowering mess, first fretting about and then fist pumping my productivity levels. i'd eat little and worry a lot and i'd be as skittish as a racing pony.

and then slowly, i starting making food again, other than coffee. first it was the omelettes in the morning and then the chicken soup with rice, then it was the large lemon cake that i ate too quickly to post here, then it was the filet mignon, portabello mushroom and broccoli rabe extravaganza. in between decadently curated cheese plates with little fruit collections and blackberry and mint sodas, i knew i had to be feeling better. i moved my laptop to my kitchen so i could be closer to my food (and sit higher up on a bar stool)

so in recent attemps to cut costs and eat better, i'm starting to make my own bread, because i can, and its cheaper, and my boyfriend grumbles about the lack of whole wheat carbohydrates in my apartment. so he'll get in tme to eat a whole loaf of whole wheat whole grain bread with a bunch of other goodies thrown into it for good measure. delicious. times.