Weirdest Palm Sunday Ever

This year, we were still in lockdown, so we weren't able to hold our traditional Palm Sunday Mass, which starts either in the Piazza or on the terrace in front of the church. We then process with olive branches into the church to celebrate Mass together.

Not this year.

Instead, I was in my pyjamas at the kitchen table, watching a livestream feed of our parish priests in the bishop's chapel. Not quite the same thing. I'm pretty sure that Easter will feel pretty empty, but I really treasure the fact that we can see our sweet priests' faces every week!

We're continuing with the daily bread baking. I'm experimenting a lot with rise times, ratio of flour to water, kneading amount, bake time, and so on. It's so interesting to see how the same apparent mixture (starter, flour, water, oil, salt) can result in completely different breads. Tonight's was really good, and yesterday's sourdough was spectacular, although not a "traditional San Francisco" sourdough by any means.

Oh, and we did manage to eat just fine last week, even at dinner. This week, I think we'll be eating two weeks' worth of food because I may have overcompensated.

Love,

Alexandra