How am I going to do this? How am I not going to do this?
Determination. And commitment. The first one is easy, the second one, well let's just say that I'm extremely loyal... to many things, intermittently in practice but eternally in theory. The biggest question that I have for myself is "can I see this one through?". I haven't subscribed to a magazine yet, but I have several books and several more I want to get. I spend hours pouring over The Fresh Loaf and pondering percentages, ratios, gluten strands and lamination, fermentation, temperatures and mineral content. If given the chance, I would consume all of my time with these thoughts.
You would not recall, because I haven't written but one post this year, but there was a time around this time last year when I was unemployed and all I did was bake bread. I was busier than I have ever been setting my whole life around the hours it would take to start my starter, build my levain, ferment my dough and prove my loaves. My best friends were a vintage Kitchenaid mixer and a metric scale. I started to get frantic about needing a proofing box, but I learned that you can have patience and that works a little better. If you have even more patience you can use your fridge. Imagine that.
And there are blogs out there. People write about this stuff. Most of them have day jobs and manage to play with bread in their free time. Me? I don't think I could just do it in my free time. This is not the kind of person I am. I think I'd like to use my free time to make drawings. Wait, no, I think that all of my time is free time if I am making bread and art. I just need to grow some plants and have standing plans for brunch with the ladies.
I miss my friends because my job has eaten my life. Would it not be better if my life was to eat my job? Imagine THAT.
I have gone on greater journeys than this one. Journeys that have led me to entire new countries from which I was not sure if I would return. I have had to change my lifestyle and pare my belongings down to nothing in order to accomplish these goals. I have done it. So I may do it again. I'm going to have to, because I haven't found a way to make bread profitable yet. It is going to require a lifestyle change and a reduction of expenses in order to begin this one. I have done it for others. I can do it for myself too. There is a yard sale in my future.
Am I serious? I've proven that I can do anything I set my mind to. So is my mind set?
Determination. And commitment. The first one is easy, the second one, well let's just say that I'm extremely loyal... to many things, intermittently in practice but eternally in theory. The biggest question that I have for myself is "can I see this one through?". I haven't subscribed to a magazine yet, but I have several books and several more I want to get. I spend hours pouring over The Fresh Loaf and pondering percentages, ratios, gluten strands and lamination, fermentation, temperatures and mineral content. If given the chance, I would consume all of my time with these thoughts.
You would not recall, because I haven't written but one post this year, but there was a time around this time last year when I was unemployed and all I did was bake bread. I was busier than I have ever been setting my whole life around the hours it would take to start my starter, build my levain, ferment my dough and prove my loaves. My best friends were a vintage Kitchenaid mixer and a metric scale. I started to get frantic about needing a proofing box, but I learned that you can have patience and that works a little better. If you have even more patience you can use your fridge. Imagine that.
And there are blogs out there. People write about this stuff. Most of them have day jobs and manage to play with bread in their free time. Me? I don't think I could just do it in my free time. This is not the kind of person I am. I think I'd like to use my free time to make drawings. Wait, no, I think that all of my time is free time if I am making bread and art. I just need to grow some plants and have standing plans for brunch with the ladies.
I miss my friends because my job has eaten my life. Would it not be better if my life was to eat my job? Imagine THAT.
I have gone on greater journeys than this one. Journeys that have led me to entire new countries from which I was not sure if I would return. I have had to change my lifestyle and pare my belongings down to nothing in order to accomplish these goals. I have done it. So I may do it again. I'm going to have to, because I haven't found a way to make bread profitable yet. It is going to require a lifestyle change and a reduction of expenses in order to begin this one. I have done it for others. I can do it for myself too. There is a yard sale in my future.
Am I serious? I've proven that I can do anything I set my mind to. So is my mind set?
