Of Baking and Boldness

There exists a terror of illegitimacy surrounding those talents and energies which God has given us.  We fear the far-fetched pipe dream, the imagination as applied to the real world.  Play-acting is something best left to children and their unicorns.  Nothing so unrestrained belongs in the arena of maturity, whirling like a tempest against the house of grown-up cards.  Yet, it takes a great deal of imagination to be truly good at anything, especially something for which you have an affinity.  Great mathematicians dance on the verges of faith.  Architects live in buildings that don't yet exist.

These all, so we hope, have a sense of purpose in their work, a direction in which they are journeying, both following and guiding the dream.  It is to the guiding voice of the work given me that I have now, finally, begun to give ear.  In raising money for The Attic and Nightclub Outreach, I have played shows and will continue to do so.  Now, it is time to throw open the doors of the kitchen here at Sinclair's Eve.

My wife and her mother will tell you that I have a talent for cooking.  What this truly means is that I understand - to a certain degree - what I like to taste.  At any rate, a fair number of scrumptious concoctions have issued forth from my stove, and it is finally time to apply the work and experience to a use beyond the right and good act of feeding my own family.  This coming two weeks, I will be making a number of loaves of bread to sell in order to continue raising money for the aforementioned groups.  My trip, in case you are still wondering, is paid for, but the real work of fundraising is now afoot.  I am gratefully sublimating another of my favorite activities:  baking.

If you would like to purchase a loaf, contact me:

adamwhipple[at]hotmail[dot]com