"There is nothing that is not beautiful about bread. The way it grows, from tiny grains, from bowls on the counter, from yeast blooming in a measuring cup like swampy islands. The way it fills a room, a house, a building, with it's inimitable smells at every stage of the process. The way it swells, submits to a firmly applied fist... swells again; the way it streches and expands upon kneading, the warm supple feel of it against your skin. The sight of a warm roll on a table, the taste - sweet, sour, yeasty on the tongue." The Weird Sisters
"There is nothing that is not beautiful about bread. The way it grows, from tiny grains, from bowls on the counter, from yeast blooming in a measuring cup like swampy islands. The way it fills a room, a house, a building, with it's inimitable smells at every stage of the process. The way it swells, submits to a firmly applied fist... swells again; the way it streches and expands upon kneading, the warm supple feel of it against your skin. The sight of a warm roll on a table, the taste - sweet, sour, yeasty on the tongue." The Weird Sisters
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