Fresh, whole-wheat bread

I love the idea of kneading dough, letting it rise and then having the smell of fresh bread waft through my house. I am now, however, well-practiced in the art of bread-making. Nonetheless, I have just put a loaf of whole-wheat honey-molasses bread in the warm oven to rise, and we'll bake it after we get home from picking Jack up from school. I'll keep you posted!

Cooking and eating on gray days

It isn't actually cold today, but it looks like it should be. And for lunch, I found myself wanting something hearty and warm but not too heavy. What about compost salad gone warm + toast instead of crackers? Perfect! I sauteed some mushrooms and a chopped leek in a little butter with salt and thyme and added chopped radicchio towards the end. Then I scrambled an egg into all that, grated some Gruyere over the top and stewed it all together. Meanwhile I toasted a slice of multigrain bread, and then, true to form, I slicked it with two kinds of jam. I like options, lots of tastes. It's why I have a cereal buffet in my pantry and often for breakfast combine 3 or 4 of them in my bowl.

Anyway, this is really tasty, healthy too, and just to make it even more comforting, I put it in a bowl. Sending sleep vibes to little O. After I eat I'm going to look into easy bread recipes.

Gratitude

This morning I am filled with gratitude, in part because of the incredibly meaningful responses I've received about the reflections I share with you here at Em-i-lis. While I usually feel confident about what I post, writing only about that which is worthy of sharing and not too private, I did wonder about the emotionality of yesterday's piece describing my meltdown during Oliver's first day. However, I have received so many wonderful notes of thanks, support, and 'I hear you, sister'; these mean the world to me, and I am grateful that my writing resonates with you. Thank you for reading, thank you for writing. I am also terribly thankful that I was able to schedule a massage for this evening. My neck/shoulders/upper back have become an alternate life form parasitically sucking energy away at a rapid pace. Damn migraines, this deluge and stress. And damn that Fiano for not curing me last night. Hah!