Bread-Baking and the Art of Sucking

I’ve been baking my own bread for the last year. Which is to say that all the birds in the neighbourhood have been extremely well-fed in the last twelve months. For an entire year now I have been putting various flours together, mixing them with various different ingredients, kneading them, baking them, and then taking the misshapen bricks of hardened dough to the back yard and pitching them into the neighbouring field.

I suck at baking bread. I have created enough flour bricks to build a small palace for my gnomes. I have munched on stiff rectangles of baked dough at the table with my husband while we reassure each other, “It’s not so bad. Just needs to be doused in oatmeal. It would probably make good croutons?”

But for some reason I’ve kept at it. And occasionally I have made excellent loaves. Every once in a while, I get a beautiful, fragrant, springy warm loaf of wheatey goodness that quite possible makes the angels sing. And I cut away steaming slices straight from the oven and eat them gloriously plain, coming back and coming back until the thing is half gone. Ah, yes; I have made some wonderful loaves. I just glory in the beauty of homemade bread.

Today was one of those days. I made two perfect, delectable little loaves with lightly golden tops. And I realized that this was the third heavenly batch I’ve made in a row. And before that I had made at least four fantastic batches of baguettes, one after the other. And I had finally landed on a perfect recipe for rye bread that made mind-blowing veggie sandwiches every time.

In short, I was starting to become a pretty good baker. My time of total suckiness was coming to a close. I was beginning to master the art of bread-making.

As I was cutting up one of these lovely little loaves to store in the freezer (I’ve learned that slicing before freezing is essential), I thought about all those dreaded failures. I thought about all those sunken brown tops and hard crusts and burnt bun-bottoms. I had had to make a lot of crummy loaves before I was finally able to consistently make good ones. And yet I realized that a year of frequent mistakes was a small sacrifice for a possible lifetime of frequent successes. It may have been an expensive year, but from now on I’ll be able to make healthy, economical, satisfying bread of my own.

All of a sudden, as I was standing there in my kitchen with the serrated knife in my hand, I heard a “ding” go off in my brain as I realized I had learned a life lesson: sometimes you gotta make a lot of horrible loaves before you can make a lot of good ones.

This is an obvious lesson which I have already heard a bajillion times, but one that I have never really felt or experience until now. I generally assume that if I suck at something the first few times I try, it’s not worth doing. It’s a waste of time and resources. But for some reason I was stubborn with the bread and eventually got good at it.

Here’s my problem: I want to be good at things, but I often forget that being good at things usually takes a period of being sucky at them first. Or even just mediocre.

In mastering bread-making, I learned the secret of being good at stuff: taking a good long time to totally suck at it. There are no short-cuts, no free passes to awesomeness.  Whether it’s cooking, painting, writing, parenting, driving, or washing laundry, you’ll have to screw up a couple of times or a couple dozen times.

I like to imagine that there was a kind of quota for suckiness I had to fill. Like, if I want to be a really awesome blogger, I have to fill my quota of sucky blog posts before I become really good at it. If I want to become a fabulous portrait artists, I have to paint a couple of crappy portraits where everyone looks like monkeys before I get to the really good ones.

When I admire another person’s talent and feel a twinge of envy, I just have to remember that there are probably plenty of failures stashed away in their closets or rotting in dumpsters, too. They didn’t get that good the first time they tried, either.

If I think about it this way, hopefully I’ll be able to take my failures more in stride from now on.

What kinds of things have you been lousy at in the past, which have enabled you to be awesome? Is there anything that you feel you suck at now, but are hoping to be good at in time?