My bread was wonderful. In fact, I know now why most recipes make two loaves at a time – because the first one is consumed while it is still warm from the oven 
This week I plan to try a recipe sent in by an author friend and blog reader – honey oatmeal. My mouth is watering just thinking of it. (Thanks, Anny!)
I tend to get a little obsessed by things like this. I get so enthusiastic that all of my waking thoughts – and sometimes my dreams as well – are filled with images of whatever my current obsession is. Many years ago, we lived in a place where there were wild blackberries growing by the millions around the football field of a local college. I became totally preoccupied by thoughts of picking the blackberries. I would go out in the early morning and pick as many as I could reach from open space of the field. It was hot and sweaty work and the bushes were covered in thorns but I was not deterred. Sometimes I would even go back in the evening to see if more had ripened in the hours that I was away. I dreamed of blackberries. My husband rolled his eyes at me, but he didn’t mind eating the cobbler and the jam I made as a result.
These days I guess I have enough else going on that I can’t let my new passion for bread baking take over in quite the same way. Two kids, writing, house work. I’ll have to settle for carving out time once a week to make my two loaves. I might even be able to make it two mornings if I’m really organized. I draw the line at getting up early, but maybe I could stay up late….Hmmm…
