As every other email in my inbox tells me, these are unusual times. As we live day-to-day in a blossoming new world, I’ve been turning more and more to experiential things to try and centre myself and exist in the present moment. So yes, I’ve become one of those insufferable people who is baking their own sourdough. I’ve found there’s something really reassuring about teaching myself small, gentle things that require practice and concentration: I am forced to think only of the present while I’m folding tiny little tortellini. Continue reading Baking bread during lockdown