About a week ago, on that fateful day of death by mushroom soup, I experienced two other very random events. On my way out of Whole Foods where I was picking up soup supplies, for one, I got my first ticket! This was a monumental event for me as I've never even received so much as a parking ticket before. I was pulled over, along with a second vehicle, for making a left turn at a specific intersection during the hours of 8AM and 6PM. Apparently, you can't. In the seconds I had before the officer rapped on my window, I contemplated all the various ways I've heard of getting out of tickets. Crying, flirting, faking a dramatic story—I once read a whole How-To in Cosmo on the ways women can weasel out of them but when it came down to it, just seemed so sexist and dishonest. So instead I stayed strong and received my first moving violation in silence. I'm awaiting my fine and traffic school sentence this week. [Shakes a fist in the air.]
The second experience was later in the day, as I was punching out my aggression into a ball of dough, when I realized I was baking bread all by myself. Could this be true? Was it really the first time? If I remember correctly, the few times I've made homemade bread of any kind involved my mother or sixth grade science teacher. Good lord, that's pathetic. If I do this, I better do it up! I thought. Screw the loaf, let's make a wreath or something!
Of course, the realization only put a skip in my step (look how big I am!) and made me forget all my bad fortune from earlier in the day. There's something about the process of baking bread that just puts the soul at ease. It made me feel instantly calm and cheerful, cozy and domestic. The smell filled every room, the crisp, golden exterior carried a perfect crunch, the sweet, feathery inside made a matchless companion to a dab of butter and dunk in hot soup. It was bliss. And I have a feeling a major bread-making phase has just begun. Only I hope it's the kind that gets older and better with me, that involves rainy days and Sunday mornings, people humming and babies laughing, and that never goes away.