Vanilla whole wheat bread, and my cat is dying
My cat is dying, so I baked bread. I bake bread when I’m happy but rarely when I’m sad, and I was afraid that it wouldn’t rise, that the grief in my veins would cause it to sink down, a hard and ugly lump. That didn’t happen. Instead, as I kneaded, my hands working the… Read More Vanilla whole wheat bread, and my cat is dying
