When the Lights Went Out, I Saw the Truth

We plan everything, but forget the basics

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I’m an Indian living in Denmark, where our dinner table mostly sticks to the comfort of familiar flavours — curries, rice, and the ever-faithful roti (Indian flatbread).

Back in India, bread usually means the soft, packaged kind with a shelf life long enough to survive a week. Freshly baked bread from neighbourhood bakeries? That’s a luxury we never really had.

But Copenhagen changed that. Here, the city is dotted with charming bakeries selling warm, crusty loaves straight out of the oven. No preservatives, just honest ingredients. Slowly, sourdough found a spot on our dinner table, and we got hooked.

So, yesterday, riding high on our love for sourdough and a little overconfident from watching a few YouTube videos, we decided to bake it ourselves. The dough was ready, and by late evening, we geared up to bake. The oven was on. Spirits were high.

And then — boom — all the lights went out.

Moments in the dark

In the silence that followed, my first thought was: “Wait… is this a blackout like the one that just happened in Spain and Portugal?”