Had one of those days where a meeting ran an hour over and someone still said “quick recap” before recapping for another 40 minutes.
By the time I got home I didn’t want dinner, I just wanted my hands doing something that wasn’t typing. So I made bread, didn’t even plan it, just started pulling out flour around 8pm.
Kneaded it way longer than the recipe called for, maybe 12 minutes, because my hands needed the work more than the dough did. Felt so much better after, actually!
Loaf’s rising on the counter now while I sit here decompressing before the 90 minute drive starts all over again tomorrow.
That’s it, that’s the whole update.