I'm sitting out the Yarn Along this week - I wrote a final exam last night, and am feeling wiped and a bit brain dead. Lately, though, whenever I have a day at home, I've been whipping up a batch of bread, and it was the perfect therapy for this morning.
A few weeks ago I came across this post, which just makes bread making sound like the easiest thing ever (which it is, really). It has a great recipe that I've been using, and I find something about the mixing and waiting to rise and the smell of the yeast and the kneading that is so soothing and affirming.
Plus, eating a slice of fresh, warm bread, smothered in butter & honey, is just about the best thing in the whole world. Yum.