Have I peaked?
I once baked a loaf of bread, it was an ordinary loaf of bread, if a tasty one as most loafs are. However, one day I pulled a legendary slice from this ordinary loaf of bread. A perfect 100 grams, no more, no less. I stood in aw of what I had done. Thinking to myself,
What amazing luck I must have, to pull a perfect 100.
As the amazement passed, the high of my unintended success fading, I went back to preparing my dinner for the evening. Beef stew with a slice of homemade bread.
Under normal circumstances, the story would end there. A brief, if enjoyable, moment of happenstance. But it seems that this thread in the Pattern was not done with me yet. Time had gone by, more of the bread had been eaten. I would be lying if I didn't say that I had checked the scales every time, hoping for another legendary pull. But I never saw its like again, or so I had thought.
One the last day, on the last meal, when all but the heel was left, I placed it upon the scales. To my amazement another perfect 100 grams. At first it did not hit me what had happened, I had not truly expected to see that number again. But there it was. When the realization of what I had done finally hit me, I became ecstatic. I had done it again, but this time I had managed to leave the perfect amount till the end. A feat, in my eyes, far greater then simply pulling a perfect slice.
Had I achieved something? Was this fate, or simply happenstance? Was this the moment I been made for, destined for perfect slices? There is only one way to know, but do I dare try to replicate it? Do I bake another loaf and test fate or do I let the moment stand, a peak, a moment that may never happen again. Each failure being a mark of shame and disappointment. Every slice doomed to sit int he shadow of this moment.
The proof
