It’s a galette.
I have to focus.
What do I think about when I’m making pie? Or galette in this case.
Under the watchful eye of Sasha, I roll out the dough for crust.
I wouldn’t be so far off to think of baking as a kind of meditation.
And a time to not think about anything if one so chooses.
There’s a world of busy-ness to ponder. I can take my pick of domestic and global concerns. Trump, Syria, North Korea, sexual and gender violence, oy vey.
It’s a lot of sound and fury for sure, and I have a lot of 2018 to go yet…
so I’m going to pace myself. And bake.