On January 20th, 2009, I baked a rock with a bit o’ wheat, water, and heat.
I can’t say I’m proud of this loaf.
What I am proud of is the passion invoked by the failure. For most of my life I’ve avoided things I’m not good at, even if I’d only tried them once. Failing feels bad, right? Well, after failing at this first loaf, I felt good. For some reason I was excited that there was so much room for improvement. I could see a long learning process ahead of me and I was excited to savor that process. Just a few loaves later, I’m still excited. It’s like reading a great fiction series and never wanting it to end. For one, failures are funny. This sad puckery loaf gets me chuckling. Failures are good for friendship too. For example, I’ve been trading tips and tricks with Tom these past few weeks. And process brings you things like blogs, which, of course, are pretty cool.