It will be the remembered in lots of ways, this year. It will be remembered as the year of the Zoom meeting, of everyone stockpiling toilet paper, and of the US President suggesting people inject themselves with disinfectant. It will also be the year we all started making sourdough. That it must be sourdough is no mystery, with yeast being one of the essentials disappearing from supermarket shelves, along with flour, pasta, bread, milk. I’m enjoying thinking about those panic buyers defrosting their milk and discovering waht an abomination defrosted milk is. That it must be bread baking is odd but also no real mystery. Early on when the panic buying started, I stopped by the baker on the way to work, early, 630am, and bought a loaf of bread. He gestured around his shop and said “I don’t know what is wrong with people, they come in here and buy six loaves. I HAVE PLENTY OF FLOUR, I MAKE PLENTY OF BREAD, THERE IS NO SHORTAGE!” But of course, we have learnt through this time that shortages are self-fulfilling – if you worry there’s going to be one, it can be guaranteed you’ll be part of what causes it. And bread has a strong comfort place in people’s hearts. You have bread and even the most inept person in the kitchen can make themselves something to eat. The miracle of the loaves and fishes taught us – you have bread and you will not go hungry today. You have bread and everything will be ok.
And if you can bake bread yourself, well, you are ahead of the curve. You can provide for yourself and your people without needing the baker, or the supermarket that has become unbearable to go to, or the unreliable kindness of neighbours. You got this. Everything will be ok.
Today I’m baking sourdough. Everything will be ok.