I'd Made a Bowl of Oats, and Then I Got to Thinking About Bread

The day before, I'd picked strawberries for hours while listening to an old audiobook. For me, there are few things more pleasant than combining the steady movement of my hands with a story to listen to. And now I had a lot of strawberries, and that made me think of jam, and that make me think of bread. So I started the bread first, as it would need to rise at least once, maybe twice if I could wait that long. It was so overloaded with bananas and berries, cacao nibs, cinnamon, walnuts, cashew butter, dates and jam. But I'd barely been able to keep it from tumbling out each time I dipped my spoon