We rose this morning to unusual heat. It was in the 70s, later to rise to a forecast 108 degrees – an unheard-of temperature in our neck of Northern California.

Nevertheless, I’d volunteered to bake the communion bread for tomorrow’s 10:30 service, so, after making breakfast, I got to work before the day’s heat worsened. Priest Beth Foote had been over earlier in the week with a new recipe.

I set to work, only to discover that the recent decline on my left side had left me rather less able to perform the crucial kneading step, especially given that the new recipe’s added shot of honey had rendered the dough more gooey than in my previous outing. Rehab coach Heidi would have been pleased that I stuck with it, finally wrestling the batter into some version of uniformity.

We had the risen dough rolled out in time for temperatures to hit the 90s, at which point, of course, the oven went on, mercifully for only about 20 minutes. While the bread cooled, the temperature went over a hundred and Linda and I lunched on Lulu’s salad and burritos and cold beer, after which I went for siesta in the worst of the day’s heat. Heh, pretty good Saturday, considering… I even did a little photo work for InMenlo…

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