my grandma makes bread.
christmases, visits, just because
she made bread.
and it was so, so good.
and so, so impressive.
i'm obsessed with baking bread.
have been, for years.
i devour baking books on bread.
spend all my time in barnes and noble reading the bread cookbooks.
but i never have.
granted, i'm just now growing capable.
i'm out of school. thinking ahead of having an apartment in a city, somewhere.
and luckily, happily, the bread phase of my life will commence.
the time when all my friends will remember gaining at least three pounds. :)
bread phase only lasts for so long.
after the initial phase, like all "phases," it then becomes a standard facet of my life;
one, i must say, that will be a valued skill i carry forward.