I have no idea what possessed me to make biga (non-sourdough starter--check out the Il Fornaio baking book) yesterday, but when it started taking over the refrigerator, I had to do something. After all, the fridge is not that big. Time to bake some bread. This is a project Thomas enjoys. I knew that already. For a change, I thought I'd try doing it at the dining room table, so I could get everybody involved. And--wonder of wonders!--it worked. Apart from Iain eating the flour (go figure), that is. All three kids really liked playing with the dough and occasionally observing that I was doing something rather different with it. (It's called 'kneading', kids.) Anna copied me for a while, then seemed to think that shaping the dough would be more interesting. Hey, whatever. As long as you're happy.
And they were happy. Lewis and Tommy talked about Cassian across the table while I kneaded and the kids played. More than twenty minutes of sheer domestic bliss.
All it took was a bag of flour and the willingness to see it spread liberally around the dining room.
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