The Zen of Breadmaking

This shall not be so much as a treatise upon making bread, or on making anything, but upon learning how to do things. Let us begin with what to do with my interest in “the opposite sex”.

When I was about fourteen, I became enamored of a girl whose family had come from Latvia to escape Communism. To me, she represented some ideal of beauty that had never been experienced by me before. I will say that my previous experiences with the female image had been in movies. There was “Babes in Toyland”, and “Over the Rainbow” … wait, that was “Wizard of Oz”. What was a guy to believe in in those early days?

[This is taking far too long to write. I’ll get back to it later.]