There’s something right about a Sunday morning bread baking discipline. There are so many aspects of bread that are consistent with the Sabbath.
The fundamental ingredients of bread are austere – flour, yeast, salt and water. This particular morning, I’ve chosen a recipe for Cinnamon Raisin Bread. It’s not exactly Spartan fare, but the Lenten season is still weeks away.
Baking bread is tactile. I’ve eschewed the electric mixer and only knead by hand. The work is rhythmic and relaxing. If you labor in an office and often fail to see the immediate impact of your work, kneading bread is a tonic. Within minutes, the shaggy dough becomes smooth, glossy and elastic. You can feel the transformation.
Baking bread is miraculous. That first peek at the risen loaf is truly inspirational. How does this happen? How does this mass of dough expand and rise so gloriously?
Bread is sensual. The aroma of cinnamon, butter, raisins and yeast baking fills the house and lifts the spirit.
Bread is satisfying and fulfilling. The warmth of the crisp, golden crust bolsters the soul.