When I'm stressed, I bake.
When I'm sad, I bake.
And this past year, there has been a lot of baking.
That said, a lot of really fun, ridiculous, creative baking (as evidenced on The Challah Blog which gets 10 fold the hits I get here). But what I neglect to talk about is sometimes this longing, this need that I have to create. To take simple, seemingly hopeless ingredients like flour, water, and yeast (and sometimes eggs, honey, and chocolate chips) and make them into something real. Some tangible. Something nourishing.
I have to believe that's really what life is all about... taking small, meaningless little things and fitting them together into a greater whole. A little muscle, a little elbow grease, a little kneading into shape and you have something so much greater... something worthy of a bracha... a blessing.
And that's the end goal. Through darkness, there is light. Through hopelessness, which seems to cloud everything, again there is light and a blessing.