Really, at this point I just can't help myself. Yesterday afternoon I thought, Gee, I haven't made any baguettes yet, and a few hours after dinner I was popping three hopeful
batard candidates into the oven. One turned out nicely, another passable, and one gaphukta. (I folded it too many times and then it didn't want to stretch for me.)
Soo, this morning I cut the passable puppy in half and grabbed some kippers and that'll be my lunch. Me love kippers. Me love sardines. Me love stinky smelly fishes and almost weep when I can lay them down on my own batard. (Me only do this when Lota not home or me take to office.)
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