Oat, Rye & Pumpkin Seed Sourdough Bread
an easy, no-knead recipe
It’s February, finally. Tonight I’ll be doing my annual tradition of watching Groundhog Day. Mikey loved the movie but I was underwhelmed when I saw it in theaters over 30 years ago. We’d go back and forth about the merits of the film, him trying to convince me it was a love story. I was not having any of that back then. The repetitious nature of the film drove me crazy.
It’s only in the years since he passed away that I began to appreciate the movie. Every day feels like you’re waking up to the same thing when you’re grieving. You go through the motions until one day you realize perhaps there’s something more. Maybe you can learn to love life again even when the reality is so far from what you expected.