Radically Retired

Tag: Bread

  • A Decadent Treat

    A Decadent Treat

    This is a late post for me. We had a busy day finding ways to celebrate the first day of spring.

    We’ve actually decided to do something special each day over spring weekend 2026. More on that Monday.

    Yesterday, I found a forgotten loaf of homemade focaccia bread in my freezer.

    I defrosted it in the fridge overnight and this morning, set it out on the countertop to soften in the bag. When we got home from our day out of the park, I cubed up a slice for a decadent late afternoon snack. .

    The slightly sweet and tangy notes of the aged balsamic vinegar floating in light olive oil made the perfect dip.

    It was a bit too good.

  • Bread Knows …

    Bread Knows …

    Yesterday was bread baking day.

    I wasn’t in the best of moods when I started. In fact, you could say I was downright grumpy (another story).

    When I took the first baked loaf out of the pan, my ocd-ish personality wasn’t pleased, and now, even more grumpy.

    I took the photo, sent it to our daughter, and told her about my mood.

    Her reply was, “Oh Mom … bread knows, and it’s manifesting you!”

    With that, I cracked up laughing and got on with my day.

    By the way, the other two loaves came out perfect.

  • There Comes a Point in Life …

    There Comes a Point in Life …

    I’ve always wanted to try to make focaccia bread.

    It’s a satisfying tasting experience to eat it warm and dipped in a plate of olive oil/balsamic vinegar.

    Two days ago, I finally took the reins and made it!

    I’ll be making it often now.

    There comes a point in your life when you need to stop eating other people’s bread and make your own!”

    ~ Chris Geiger

  • A Homely Ceremony

    A Homely Ceremony

    “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.”

    ~ MFK Fisher The Art of Eating