THE BREAD OF LIFE

While I’ve been on this sort of QuaranCamino I’ve been thinking a lot about the Camino I walked last year. Bits and pieces come back to me and make me smile. These thoughts remind me that although this QuaranCamino is not the one I would have chosen, nonetheless it’s the one I’m on.

One of the things I have been remembering is the food…paella, octopus, mussels, peppers stuffed with cod, and so much more.

Lunchtime was often a simpler fare, a sandwich and some fries. It’s the bread that makes the sandwiches so good. A thick crusty bread much like a French baguette with slices of Iberian ham or salami, maybe some cheese, and a scraping of unsalted butter. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. That bread, that warm, fragrant, chewy bread. And other pilgrims who would talk about the food was say the same thing…”and the bread is wonderful”. Though after a week or so I started hearing, “I’m getting a little tired of the bread.”

This quarantine seems to be bringing out the baker in many of us. My friend Michelle particularly inspired me as she and her daughters baked croissants. I once considered making croissants but when I found out it takes three days I said “the heck with that”! Well when one is in quarantine it’s easy to find three days to make them. Actually most of those three days is spent sitting around waiting for the dough to rise.

I made my list and headed off to the essential business known as the grocery store and I was stunned by what I saw. There has been some serious hoarding going on.

The toilet paper aisle was completely barren. Not only that people have been stocking up on paper towels, alcohol, meat, and baking supplies including…yeast! There are a bunch of faux Martha Stewarts out there consuming all the baking necessities!

I became consumed with finding these simple ingredients to make my QuaranCamino into more than just watching Netflix. I was determined to better myself and become more productive. It became like a scavenger hunt. Flour in one store, sugar in another, but the yeast proved to be the most elusive of all. Finally I found a few loose packets on the top shelf in a grocery store.

Armed with my ingredients and my trusty Kitchenaid stand mixer and dough hook I dove in. The initial results were not the prettiest, but they sure tasted good. And over time I got better at it. These are my offerings up to the Camino I’m walking in this time of quarantine.

From left to right…Parmesan rolls, French baguettes, Italian loaf, Almond & Chocolate Croissants

There is one finally thing I want to share with you all. Remember those pilgrims who said they were tired of the bread…I was never one of them 🥖

Buen Camino

Published by michelleperram

I am me, a person with love for others, a passion to be creative, and a desire to be a cheerleader for others. I’m a wife, a mommy, and a grandma (you can call me by my grandma name “Lady M”). I’m on a search to grow and connect more fully with God. I didn’t grow up particularly church, married a man who had, and we raised our three daughters in the church. I found a place to belong in the church and somehow discerned a call to go to seminary. I received a Masters of Arts and Religious Communication (MARC). I went on to become ordained as a deacon in the United Methodist Church and served in media ministry and Christian education. As clergy I found that I didn’t have a place to belong in the church so I left the United Methodist Church in 2010. I still believe and I’m still on a quest to draw closer to God. And I’m going to walk the Camino de Santiago.

3 thoughts on “THE BREAD OF LIFE

  1. I remember 2 particular days on the Camino where I so enjoyed the bread. As you know I mostly avoid it – but when I really really want it and it’s the only thing that will hit the spot, I have it. I usually pay for it, so have to do a quick cost benefit analysis. Of course, that’s easy in the moment, as I have discovered that the ill effects take 24 hours exactly to make themselves known – so I can live in hope that they won’t…

    My first memory was of a long day walking alone – I can’t remember much about it, but what I do remember was being very hungry and thirsty and there being NOWHERE to eat or have a drink – normally there was a coffee stop after about 6 km, but not so this day.

    I trudged on and eventually on the side of the main road was a large industrial looking café. I went in – famished – and ordered bacon and eggs with thickly sliced crusty hunks of bread and butter.

    I can’t remember anything hitting the spot so absolutely as that meal.

    Apart from when I came in to O’Cebriero – you may remember I walked that day with Glen, your foot was bad and you and Glen were staying further on, but I was overnighting at O’Cebriero. It was a steep climb and had been raining much of the way. It was high up and very chilly and people were packed into the small bar of my “hotel” (very basic) eating bowls of strange looking soup. They were all dressed in waterproofs and puffer jackets and it had the feel of a ski resort. By contrast outside on the square there were lovely gift shops playing haunting new age sounding Galician pipe music.

    I knew what I had to have – a bowl of the strange (cabbage, potato and paprika – Galician, I think) soup, some crusty bread and a pint of cold beer. Mmmm….bliss.

    I love it when you know exactly what you want to eat and drink and it’s on offer.

    So those are my bread memories of the Camino – winkled out of their hiding place by your blog!

  2. Strange how people reacted on the lock down situation. Many thought they had to stock up for years to come. In the meen time many had to go without products for weeks. I for instance couldn’t find any banking flour for two weeks. You baking looks delicious 😋

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