Thankful Thursday: Fresh Baked Bread

This is a Thursday series in which I pause and acknowledge something big and important or something small and insignificant that has made me thankful. It is so important and incredibly refreshing to look at the positivity around us, when we are so often surrounded by negativity. 

I'm really torn, because I sat down intending to write about the amazing local community that surrounds me. I posted a call for some free models for portfolio-building photoshoots on facebook and had to delete the post entirely (after turning it into a pdf on my computer, obvs) after 10 minutes because of the overwhelming response. I now have 9 shoots in the next 10 days. I'm overwhelmed in some ways, but mostly grateful and excited and thrilled and giddy. And so very thankful.

But then, this thing called homemade bread happened. And I think, more than anything, a goal of these posts is to slow down and appreciate All The Things, rather than just the big ones or just the small ones. So, right at this very moment, the smell of freshly baked bread is swirling around me, and here we are.

Donnie and I are trying really hard to eat more simply- to buy less processed food from the store, and make what we are able. And tonight, Donnie used our bread machine to do the mixing and rising parts of bread making. Then he pulled out the dough, formed a French bread loaf, and I efficiently sliced the hashes into the top. Flour, yeast, salt, sugar, water. 5 ingredients. Can't beat that.

It just came out of the oven and it is SO good with a little bit of room temperature butter from this countertop butter crock which was a wedding gift from our friend ABJ. It makes all things bread and breakfast better.