While my bread was nothing like I hoped it would be ( it expanded ridiculously, tasted acidic, and was simply wierd) I am over it now. I have a head full of pictures and ideas (about why we make art, what artists can learn from other working folks, and why it matters that non-profits, educational institutions, and museums in this country pay their employees such itty-bitty wages). But I also beg time to sort this stuff out before I write. To write about these things, not just blog 'em. That's me putting some thinking off, sure, but also being honest.

Honestly wondering if I messed up the comments function while trying to avoid some smarmy spammity stepping spam....spam's about what my banana bread looked like, 'cept the bread was brown and spam is...



gross.
Goodnight.
Rachael

better breads here