This is a new day, and I am going to prioritize my health; mentally and physically. I found out that it’s still so hard for me to take bad commentaries lightly, even when I know for sure that the person who made the comments truly cares about me and has no bad intentions whatsoever. I attempted to make my first regular white bread, but without a proper basic knowledge of making the bread, and not bother to youtube-ing videos on bread making.

I am the type of girl who is embracing the motto: ‘ Just do it! And more than often, I take the motto too literally. So I am going to make the bread; ow.. the wheat flour is not of the correct type, oh well, wheat flour is still wheat flour, I am using this un-correct type of flour anyway. I skip the sugar, just because I don’t want the bread to become sweet, I have no idea that the sugar is important to make the bread soft, it has to do with sugar reaction with the bread yeast. I don’t know that rolling the dough is also a crucial factor in bread making, and a long series of I don’t know also happened yesterday.

When the bread is finally baked, it came out without any identity, it is quite dense inside, but not hard; the outer is almost crusty, not soft at all, and easily crumble. So it is an almost like a baguette but without its crispiness and softness. The bread is edible all right… well at the very least no family member has any major issues after eating the bread. But it was really a bread project gone wrong. So as usual I blame my self for not good enough, bla bla bla… It’s one thing to blame myself and it’s completely different to hear someone else commenting on how bad the bread is. And that person is my mother, who is also clueless about the bread making thing. I felt hurt when she commented on the failed bread.

But then…. I do realize… I can’t change my mother, that’s just the way she is. As a kid I never liked it when she made bad comments on my project or whatever… And as an adult, I know better. I am an adult who can do things differently and remind myself to not repeat the hurt to my family.

Cheers, a fail project is not a sign of failure, it’s a sign of trying and learning.

K Sabrina