It has become a bit of a cliché to talk about shortages of flour during lockdown; yesterday I collected a sourdough starter from my friend’s doorstep in exchange for a kilo and a half of bread flour. We stood at opposite ends of her garden path talking about how nice it was to see each other in person, and how peculiar it felt that she couldn’t invite me in. I find these transactions of time, friendship and random store cupboard items enormously comforting – an ‘economy of kindness.’ Meanwhile my embroidered cupboard now has a stash of flour, both plain and self raising.
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