a noble act

a noble pretentious act.

the day before yesterday i started studying the fundamentals of making bread - simple, right?  for the most part yes.  water, yeast, bread flour, salt and some more bread flour... a lot of kneading and time to rise...

and then add four children under the age of six with their own bowl of ingredients, making their own individual balls of bread dough... and before you know it they are laughing and playing, covered in flour and cemented in dried bread ingredients.

they loved it.  and i had to suppress any feelings otherwise.  they were joyously smiling and begging me to help them at every turn...

i took a deep breath, gave them a time limit and began organizing in my mind how i would attempt to reconcile the situation... at least back to where i had envisioned it - which would involve cleaning up the children, sending them off to play, cleaning up my 'board' and corralling all bits of dough into a couple regular sized adult balls for me to work with

and save.

and i'm sure we'll do it again...