First things first: there are still a few tickets left for my dinner at the Dusty Knuckle. It will be delicious and I will be cooking with a wood-fired oven! Buy now or miss out.
I’ve followed Bread on Earth aka Lexie Smith since the pandemic. Obviously that was the time. The time for sourdough, the time for base and physical self-expression, less art more flour. Or art rendered in ovens and atop stoves. If the pandemic taught anything, though increasingly it feels it did not, it was that given the time people will do, will create, will nourish. Though as with many good lessons this was something known already and simply ignored. Lexie champions this. Lexie embodies this. She is a poet of bread. This is not flattery, but a description of her particulars. For a poet distills their medium and emphasises its power.
I followed her and I wished she’d follow me back. I tagged her in my own baking, numerous times, and sent fan-like replies to her stories. No luck. And then she disappeared, receding Upstate, writing, raising children. Until I received a kind messages in response to a Greed from Lexie Smith. I recognised the name. It clicked. I spoke aloud in joy in the library.
This is my favourite Greedy DM so far. It is wide ranging. Bread is there, yes, as is childhood, as is dissonance. But also writing, also motherhood, also disillusionment with Social Media, which Lexie and I both rely on and occasionally revile. And most excitingly an announcement: Lexie Smith is writing a book!
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