WildFire Bread.

Making bread at Wild Fire is a 24 hour process and a pretty good amount of time goes into each individual loaf.  The last 6 months my days have been spent near these brick ovens learning a bit on milling flour, natural leavening, and all things bread.  So, here's a video I've been working on for the last few weeks to show everybody what I've been doing all the way over here.  I hope you like it!

life in victoria from my mobile.

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i. My first trip to Beacon Hill park - the moment where it clicked, "ahh, this is why everyone said it was so beautiful here."

ii.  The kitten-cat Rowan on the journey here (who says cats can't stand cars).

iii. My first Challah braid!

iv.  The fires burn all day in the bakery so the ovens will be warm to bake the bread at night - so nice to stand near on a cold rainy day.

v.  The harbor, just west of the bakery.

vi.  The brick ovens I'm kneading beside all day long.
vii.  There are so many 'leave-a-book, take-a-books' here,  almost every little neighborhood near me has one, I love the idea.
viii - ix. Sunsets in the park.
x. A Tim Tam Slam event!  Where two new friends came over and we slammed Tim Tams to dramatic music and then tried to play a bit of music on our own.
xi & xiii. After getting out of work I bike down to the park and sit on a rock reading and look out at the Washington mountains on the other side of the ocean.
xii. Co-workers, meeting up and playing music all together.  I even played a piano duet!

And, after all this talk of keeping up with my blog, well, I'm leaving on long weekend adventure, so no updates for a few days.  I'm off to explore the interior of British Columbia with a new friend!  We are going to a place that every local has said is the most beautiful - nestled in the mountains with lots of rustic architecture and music all around.  I can't wait to take all of the photos.

bakery life.

Almost everyday I'm just a few feet from these wood-fired ovens, working on mixing, shaping, or baking some dough.  Putting out around 450 loaves a dough isn't easy work, and the first couple of works my body was about as stiff as those pieces of wood, not to mention all the little things you have to think about when dealing with 12 bins of dough at the same time, but I can finally say things have clicked.  My body's adjusting (getting some serious guns over here), and the smell of the burning wood, the wild yeasts, freshly milled grains, have already become comforting and familiar.  With my little place, this sweet bakery, a couple of new friends, and biking to the ocean, I'm finally understanding why I felt I needed to come all the way over here.