I was at an event a few weeks ago when one of the speakers said "You don't need to finish all of your food, there's always more tomorrow."
The statement has stuck with me. I've carried it around, mulling it over, fuming about it...
I've started making bread weekly. At least.
4 cups of flower, a sprinkle of salt, yeast.
The warm water filling the basin.
Kneading by hand over, and over. And over.
Watching the dough rise on the sunny corner of the dining room table.
The house smelling of yeast.