...putting off

my muddling a bread recipe of the unfamiliar-complicated-scary-gluten-free variety to giggle chat with a dear friend.  With potato starch fluffed across the recipe book and seventeen other flours and starches and meals standing in stiff crinkly packages around my work bowl, I half-heartedly tried to find the tapioca flour that I'm certain I bought because I can plainly see the packaging in my mind--and finally gave up to the happy moment of enjoying friendship and sharing.