the bread phase

my grandma makes bread.

*made* bread.

christmases, visits, just because

she made bread.

 and it was so, so good.

and so, so impressive.

bread!

shazaaam! bread!

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.

not yet.

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.

"bread phase"

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.