The Smell of Sanity…
It does the soul good to occasionally drop by and read a bit of Thoreau’s Journal. The entry from Septermber 25, 1851, resonates as much today as it did on the edge of Walden Pond in 1851.
Some men are excited by the smell of burning powder, but I thought in my dream last night how much saner to be excited by the smell of new bread. — Henry David Thoreau
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Liking that one a lot.
Or pie. The smell of new pie would be good. Or cupcakes. But, yeah, new bread beats the heck outta gunpowder.
I think I’ll run out and look for a bakery right now . . .
Let’s see…new bread? gunpowder? Yep, I’m going with the bread; plus it’s a whole lot safer…unless, of course, you burn yourself making that bread.
Oh that Thoreau guy…keeps us thinking, doesn’t he Winston?
Freshly baked bread -the smell of it-is wonderfulL !
Great quote. I have a wonderful bread machine which gets used regularly– half of its pleasure is from the fragrance throughout the house while it does the work. Turning out a perfectly shaped loaf onto a board to cool is also pleasing. I liked making sweet rolls by kneading them myself as their dough is softer and very pleasing to work, but then I have to find someone to give them to who can afford the calories which sure ain’t me.
I’m so glad that someone else considers Thoreau a must re-read. His wisdom is timeless and this is a particularlt good read. I used to love to bake bread when my kids were growing — the smell was pure heaven and kneading and punching it down was wonderful therapy. No bread machines for me! Thanks!