Waiting for my work life to spruce itself up can be boring. In fact, mind-suckingly, every-day-seems-the-same-when-will-this-end boring.
So I have invested my time in the art of baking bread. Usually my hobbies are pursued fiercely before they die, probably never to be revisted again. Yet, I feel the bread-making may stick. It makes me so proud because I've always wanted to make a decent loaf of bread and never could (thank you food thermometer). So far I've made a loaf of French bread and some super crunchy ciabatta. I'm going to try to perfect the French bread before I move on to challah and whole wheat.

I'll take some tips from Julia Child next time. I find her comforting.