I’ve tried giving up bread a few times. It’s not a problem if it’s for a limited amount of time, like during a Whole30 or some kind of cleanse. I miss it, but I can manage.
But I’ve tried it on a more prolonged scale, primarily seeing if a more Paleo-compatible diet works for me. And while there’s no question that my body feels better without white flour and basically all store-bought bread items, it turns out my soul needs bread. Specifically homemade bread.
Something about the process of mixing the ingredients, taking the time to knead the dough, waiting for it to rise, smelling the comforting scent that fills the house, and eating that first slice fresh from the oven—it’s sacred. It’s life-giving.
Yes, the main purpose of food is to feed our bodies, and the fuel you put in matters. But I think feeding our souls matters too. Everything in balance and moderation, right?
So I think I will keep making bread and eating bread and sharing bread with others. It’s an act of love, a creative offering, and I’d rather not live without it.
*It’s Sunday night. I’m moderately rested. A new week is on the horizon. I decided we should go with a light-hearted, carefree post tonight. Still true!*
The last month has been such a whirlwind that my attention to social media has been minimal. I sort of breeze through, scrolling fast for the highlights before moving on with life.
So imagine my surprise to find that pumpkin—PUMPKIN—of all things has become somewhat controversial. A minor controversy, admittedly, but enough that people felt the need to speak up that liking something doesn’t make you basic or cliche or something of the sort. Why is this a conversation that needs to happen? Why did someone feel the love of pumpkin a necessary thing to belittle someone over? What is happening???
This autumn was also the first time I was made aware that the love of pumpkin and all things autumnal is apparently a white girl thing. Again—why? What does this even mean???
I’ll admit I occasionally feel the pumpkin craze has gone too far, mainly when all the processed, packaged, fake foods in the grocery store have decided to jump on the bandwagon with artificially flavored, brightly colored, pumpkin weirdness. “I really wish there was such a thing as funky orange colored pumpkin spice Oreos!” said no one ever.
But, I digress. My main point being, I don’t have time for pumpkin controversies. The rest of the world can duke this one out. I’ll be over here, happily munching on fresh-from-the-oven pumpkin bread and spiced pumpkin raisin cookies (just made the cookies for the first time tonight – delicious!). If you love pumpkin or bread or cookies, feel free to stop by sometime, and we can share over a cup of tea. If you really love me and I really love you, you might even be able to put in a request for your favorite baked thing! If you don’t love pumpkin, that’s more for me! I see no reason why we can’t still be friends.