5/1/19

Although it was a night of heavy dreaming, I only remember a small fragment of one of the dreams. There was a small mound of sugar and yeast. To get it to proof, I spit on it and mixed it together. I mentioned that a friend of ours was an excellent cook, although she's never had any luck making bread. Someone said, the only way to learn how to make bread is to make it with someone else.