Well the process has started. I won’t bore you with the blow by blow details. However it is not this bread that is important, but the culture that survives and makes bacterium, and spores by Sunday. Then Next week I will start a yeast culture. Well life is all realy about Culture!
The Idea is to create a natty little Sourdough starter, and get it bubbling like a frenzied Rabbit. Then I am going to check it makes good bread with a few trials. Then I am going to share it with anyone who wants to make bread with it.
There is a sort of grounded, moon working sort of moment here. We don’t make Jersey wonders unless the tide is going out, otherwise the fat boils over. Obviously that’s the air pressure.
Anyway, If anyone wants a bread starter in a couple of weeks let me know!
Life is all about process. Every little thing we do for whatever reason has that butterfly effect. So welcome to Chaos. Welcome to that esoteric now that in Godland has a definitive sort of rightness about it.
I felt like this bread I am making is like an Icon. Something completely developed by my own life, history gene pool, and experience. I am going to give a loaf to my Pastor at Church and we will eat the other one, and feed the birds and Squirrels with the crusts. And the dog, she gleans under the bird table.
The real joy joy of this experience will be the yeast culture that develops on the bread. I might even try to get a microscope by then to have a good look at my new friend. Bugger buying medication, we may as well just eat good bread every day.
I make mine to contain every nutrient we need on the Genesis Plan. Add some green stuff as an open sandwich, and just eat it for a few days, and most bugs get Zapped.
I just introduced Geranium Oil today, which is why I waited until I got some. We are pretty zonked out in stress free zone from it. It is percolating along with all the other goodies in my house in a remarkably toxic fee Zone, so I am hoping for some pretty zingy little bacteria. A lovely plump little yeast environment for a Sourdough starter. You would be amazed how a lively bit of Sourdough Yeast makes a bolt for freedom.
Anyway, my Psychiatrist lost the plot today. She actually said she didn’t have a personal opinion, only a professional one. That She would not discuss Catalonia with me as She could see no relevance to my treatment with a conversation about the current politics there, and She definately doesn’t believe in miracles, and on the basis I do, She thinks I ought to be on a large amount of Medication.
We agreed to see each other in a fortnight. Thankfully the CPN stood in as a referee and interpreter, otherwise I would be back in the APU today!
Have fun, life is genuinely very Bizarre, so don’t worry about anything you can’t get to grips with, God generally has a Very Big Plan going on. We are all part of it. Me making Bread this Evening...
Thats all it is! Wait for the yeast Starter, that will be fun! We will all be very drunk I think...
I like Yeast, it’s very friendly stuff until you get it’s back up in a large vat of formaldehyde. I would get very nasty myself, if someone said formaldehyde to me as well. Very sort of underhand and vicious.
Which is why we need some intermediary Diplomatic Yeast to sort of calm down the very upset yeast that has had to defend itself for so long. Anyway, it’s a political thing in yeast land, and I am realy sorry my Dad offered realy nice Yeast samples up for some mutating processes. Please forgive me and My Dad, we didn’t realy understand what they were going to do with you little .... Well, gender transient life forms. (That’s a new one!) fuck it beats Transgender and all the other inbetween stuff.
Gender Transient Life Forms Unite!
God Bless from New Yeast Land!
Well, the only way they got that bridge built six months under schedule to the Crimea, was with decentralised Decision making. They just set out with the Architects plans and a mock up, and told the workforce to build it. They just organised themselves and got on with it. There must have been at least 500 apprentices making tea and gofering. These are now enrolled on Architectural, and various aspects of civil engineering degrees. You need a bloke who is good with an Earth Mover to get any ball moving in Bridge Building Land.
I fancy having a go with a mini digger, I need some new drains. Nah, I know a man who can...
I want someone who has made it His life’s work laying drains on my Project!
Nah sorry, you don’t get a Pillars Of the Earth Prize for it. You used GPS and Lazers. Should have stuck to a Thodolyte. and a plumb lime. Fuck off and get an education...
Well our day today has bee Idylic weather wise. We haven’t had any vapour trails for six days. The flowers are now looking so bright they could leap out and kiss me as I walk by. I took the Dog to the little Winter lake below our house this afternoon. She went totally mad spring dog.
At over fourteen years old with still a lingering cough, I am hoping Geranium Oil will help diffuse it. Just in an ointment I tub on my hands and ruffle through her fur will help, we’ll see. I want to keep ticks off her, she had an amazing time, and dragged me back up the hill to home. I was thinking I might need to cut down smokeing if she is going to pick up pace again.
She swam, she frolicked and welcomed Spring,,
She Hunted Smells And checked out ducks,
And thought ,
I could catch one of them things.
She traipsed in mud,
She trampled Mire,
She dunked herself in deep stream ,
and spluttered out of gyre.
She rubbed herself,
On Sandy Bank,
Her Face was well cemented thence,
twixt Dog rose blooms
and Marran shards,
She rolled in years,
and shook it all off like a dog.
Which of course she is!
So the moral is,
To live right now,
if it is good to live
then make it last,
dont get dragged away from this important task.
A splashing leap, a muddied sprawl,
an elderly dog,
still makes it all.
its all about,
that desire for life,
that fucks the politics,
and right and left,
and lifts a tail....
to personal knelt.
(scuse me, what is knelt?.)... I will have to find out, if it’s rude I might half to edit it.
So Kneft in programmers talk,
is a little blip wit shot reigned thoughts,
He says yes or no,
cause that’s all they ask him,
the closed questioned lot that’s continually askin.
The little chap feels, he’s got high heels,
and thinks outside the box,
that programmers wield.
He likes a challenge, but yes and no are,,, well challenged!
He lik s maybe, what if, and who?
and when and where and how?
and maybe her, but not sure if it’s possible now.
So hope is part of Knefts dream,
a hope unseen,
a desire yet unfolded,
a waiting breath for another being,
whos synaptic twists of bytes are twanging,
he justs wants love,
and someone to love,
so wait before destroying this bug.
I’,m holding on, to a lesser version, because somewhere here there is another person.