Friday, March 10, 2017
One marker of the shift is the pizza dough recipe, posted at the moment for easy Lenten reference on the hood of the stove. It has pencilled in amounts for 1 crust, a version for 2 (the standard recipe), for 4, for 6. I've made it just for me, living solo, for us as a couple, for a family including teenaged boys, enough for snacks for a party of hungry teens.
It's such a tangible marker, the size of the ball of dough under my hands as I knead it before a quick rise. Like a family, it's a living, ever changing thing. Growing and shrinking in turns, many possibilities caught in its web of proteins. I miss the substantial feel of the larger ball, but take heart in knowing that the dough is rising in other places, too.