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When Starter Is Ready
Haven’t done it right with my sourdough recently, the dough was always too sticky, not ready for bulk fermentation. I had to come up with some quick fix to make it work, maybe make focaccia instead. Today, I finally got it right and figured out why: my starter wasn’t ready. It was not at its…
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Dear Little Child
It is one of my favorite Chinese songs, “Dear Little Child”. I translated the lyrics as best I can. “Dear little child, did you cry today? Did your friends all go and leave you to your lonely little self? Dear little child, did you cry today? Did you dirty your clothes but couldn’t find anyone…
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Eagle Mountain
Friday night, we took a spontaneous drive to one of our favorite roads: Eagle Mountain. We named it many years ago because there were so many eagles soaring over the mountain. It’s a drive on the mountain where you can have a bird’s eye view of the city and the best spot to see the…
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Happy Baking
As a new baker, I’m learning to make sourdough from scratch. When working on the dough, kneading is a process of building and testing into one step, the more it’s kneaded, the better texture the bread will come out. Same to ourselves, the more we are kneaded, the more resilient we can bounce back, the…
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Time & Clock
I was cleaning the wall clock, while dusting the second hand, it almost stopped due to its delicacy. For a moment, I thought I stopped the time! Then realized it’s a measurement created by humans, divides our existence into fragments, we can stay whole if we want to.
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There’s Time for It All
“There’s time for it all. There’s time for being exhausted, and there’s time for being vigorous.”- Lao Zi There’s time for longing for the sunset, there’s time for being enchanted by the afterglow. Beauty in life lies in every bit of it.
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Life is for Sowing
“Life is for sowing, the harvest is not here. ” Vincent Van Gogh We are all planters, in the garden of life. Once you know it’s not your job to harvest, you can concentrate on planting. Pure joy!
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Beyond Right and Wrong
A piece of music from the past can wake up your old self. You can see the old self when you first heard the music, the story of that time, the mood of that season, all ramping up into now, like back-flowing through time, all mixed feelings. If you can talk to your old self…
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Buck Moon
It’s full moon again, Buck Moon now. Last full moon, I was enjoying the moon rise in the Sierras, more particular on Tioga pass, entering HWY 395, the gateway to solitude. I still remember how excited I was seeing the Strawberry Moon peeking at me over the edge of mountain, waving between the gap of…
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Morning Flowers
Morning is sacred, everything is pure and newly born. Your mind is quiet, pure like morning dew; you can hear the flowers whisper, and the birds answer.