Basically, bread-making has brought back some of life’s simple pleasures that had become lost over the years. It fits in with us creating new rituals such as daily walks, zoom cocktails with family and friends, not to mention the odd binge watch on Netflix.
Baking, especially when it’s done for others, can bring a host of psychological benefits. It’s a productive form of self-expression and communication, a form of mindfulness, a healthy distraction. In reality, baking can be a tremendous source of stress relief.
I too have become a hobby baker. To be honest, it took me by surprise as up to that point, I had tried to avoid all contact with the kitchen other than to do the dishes after my beloved hubby (who’s a very fine chef), had made yet another delicious meal. I recall that Sunday morning in June, when the entire household was asleep, with classical music in the background, I made my first loaf of brown bread. When the kids got up, they asked what the lovely smell was. Something triggered in me that as a Mammy, this was my chance to follow what my own Mammy and generations of Mammy’s had done over the years to feed their families. (Of course, the Daddys and kids themselves are now expert bakers too). And that’s great altogether.