Our family was part of an informal guild restricted to those whose work allowed the flexibility bread-making demands, and whose personal history affirmed what others might think a waste of time. Instead of baking bread, in fact, I could have been taking courses to further my career, learning a language, or pursuing an advanced degree. I did none of these things. I made bread. And in the quiet and contemplation it demanded–in the symbolism it carried–it was my salvation.

Donna Sinclair, The Spirituality of Bread, p39.