A Piece of Growth, A Piece of Hope

On Saturday you got to know our imaginary third roommate. Today, you get to know my actual roommate: Hanna! We’ve been living together for two years and it’s been such a blast! So many late nights talking and creative thinking, but mostly cooking. Our #Dachlounge nights and #roomiedinners have actually been quite known around town.
Hanna is a phenomenal cook and baker – and today she tells you why.  

Baking has been a big part of my life for the last couple of years.
I love to bake – french patisserie, crumbly pies, quick fruit loafs, elaborate black forest cakes, there’s nothing I don’t like.
And yet, yeast dough holds a special place in my heart. Why? Because everything about it is good for my soul.
I love waiting for the dough to rise because that’s when I crank up the music, dance through the kitchen and simultaneously try to do the dishes.
I love the moment when I take out the dough after it has proved for the first time and it’s grown like crazy.
I love punching and kneading the dough by hand, no matter how long it takes, because I can let out all the anger and frustration that sometimes builds up in my life.
I love delicately decorating the finished product.
I love eating whatever it is that I made – garlic bread, cinnamon rolls, German Hefezopf …

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Making a yeast dough cannot be rushed, it takes at least a couple of hours.
I have to take time off of my busy daily routine and that alone is something special and wonderful. There’s nothing better than standing in the kitchen with just a few ingredients at hand and knowing you’ll have the next few hours to make something beautiful and delicious.

Making a yeast dough may be about chemical processes, but for me it’s about hope.
When I start out, I never know whether the dough will rise, whether I’ve gotten all the temperatures right, whether the proving environment is just the way it should be.

All I can do is hope.

And so far, hope has never failed me.
Making yeast dough ultimately serves me as a reminder that hope is never in vain, that good things are growing in my life, and that I could make an excellent boxing champion. Hope has never failed.


Welcome to Day 24 of 31 Days of Mundane Narratives! For the month of October I will be a storyteller. Together with a few friends we will browse the forgotten photos in our galleries and tell the stories that are so often lost in busyness.

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Author: Katha von Dessien

Teacher. Believer in the Wilderness. Third Culture Kid. World Traveler. People and Food at the Table Lover. Writer.

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