I made a quadruple batch of scones yesterday. I took pictures of all the steps along the way. I imagined all of the tips I would to give as I was completing each step. I thought of how all of these amazing blogs on the internet are truly a labor of love. When I bake, I get lost in it. When your hands are deep in flour and are covered with butter and sugar and you need to stop the whirl to photograph the perfect mess- well it interrupted my flow a bit. The pockets of time are precious to me and I don't know if I can share them with a camera. It made me appreciate the passionate bloggers that fill their sites with beautiful, well staged photos. It also made me wonder if I have the ability to stop the whirl long enough to take pictures amidst the time crunch that I am usually baking under. This leaves me conflicted but longing to write, to have a voice, to share the inside scoop behind buttery baked perfection. So this is my first attempt. Welcome to my imperfectly, perfect world.
This picture is a metaphor for my life. Amidst opening Bluebird Bakehouse this summer, teaching school, training for half marathons, and being a single mom I feel like I am in the middle of a circus. However, this circus isn't just the three ring circus that comes to town with an old elephant and a couple of fat monkeys, it is the greatest show on earth! I love it! I love losing myself in the rest that is the present. I love the rush of dreaming about the future and watching each moment unfold. I love finally getting my hands back into some dough. The smell of butter and sugar.... The delight of watching Jack gaze in amazement at all the whirl in the kitchen and the fun adventures we have in between bake sessions. Life if good. I feel rooted, hopeful and at peace that I've got a real good thing going on.