Try as I might to fully immerse myself in the present moment, I can’t believe it’s already the week of Thanksgiving. Last year I feel like I was a little more on top of things in terms of planning, but this year, I’m feeling a little rushed. To be honest though, I’ve been quite a bit busier this year than last (and I’m totally not complaining). To combat the rushed and hurried feelings that come with the season, I’ve been trying to make time for myself. It could be something as simple as stopping for a few minutes to listen to a song I like, or taking the time to cozy up in the corner of a coffee shop to read. Or, in this instance, baking some bread.
When I first began eating gluten free, the one thing I yearned for was fresh-baked bread. When I finally started getting the hang of gluten free bread making, that first loaf was one of the best things I had ever eaten. And if I recall correctly, I think I managed to polish off the entire loaf in one sitting. I was finally able to fill a void that had been growing since my last slice of slice of glutenful bread. I’ll leave you with these words on breadmaking from the master wordsmith herself, MFK Fisher:
“The smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight…[Breadmaking is] one of those almost hypnotic businesses, like a dance from some ancient ceremony. It leaves you filled with one of the world’s sweetest smells… there is no chiropractic treatment, no Yoga exercise, no hour of meditation in a music-throbbing chapel. that will leave you emptier of bad thoughts than this homely ceremony of making bread.”
In honor of the art of (gluten free) bread making and the up-coming holiday, I’m sharing these little buns with you today. If you don’t want to make buns you can just as easily form the dough into a boule or baguette shape. It will just take a bit longer to bake (roughly 50-55 minutes). And, in case you’re feeling a little behind in Thanksgiving meal planning or are lacking inspiration, I’ve included a collection of my favorite recipes from the archives below. Already know what you’re making? Feel free to share in the comments below along with something you’re feeling grateful for 🙂
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As soon as October rolled around I had an intense craving for apple pie. I could almost taste it in my mouth if I thought about it hard enough, eyes closed and tummy growling. Sweet tart apples, laced with spices and enveloped by a hearty crust. Simple yet complex at the same time. Apple pie conjures childhood memories of time spent with my grandmother, or Maw Maw as we liked to call her. We would sit around her lace-lined table in the dining room, eagerly awaiting a slice of her Dutch apple pie. Once in front of me I tried to eat as slowly as humanly possible, savoring every last morsel until my plate was licked clean.
