Needless to say it’s tough returning to Los Angeles after everything has ended.
But as a symbol of my slow return to normalcy I baked my first bread on the mainland. It turned out beautifully. And I had to do it with measuring cups because I didn’t have a scale. (Although I just bought one today.)
All of my bread books are in storage. I might have to just go buy a second copy of Jim Lahey’s My Bread, because I don’t know if I can just wing it for the next few months until I find a place. I guess I could give it away when I break my other one out of jail. But the thing is, I write in my cookbooks. The recipes have dates and notes around them from when I tried them before. I kinda like keeping a record like that.
On a separate note, I just received a letter from the Hawaiian Humane Society with the names of about forty people who made donations in Nunu’s honor. I can’t tell you how good it makes me feel that you honored her memory in that way. Mahalo nui loa.