Baking bread reminds me of the singles game a la Bridget Jones. You know, when you hone in on your prey, knead at it, get it all hot and then, without explanation, leave it alone for hours on end.
If left undisturbed, it'll eat away at itself wondering what's happening, slowly rising in pleasurable anticipation awaiting your return.
... Or, just, you know, a watched kettle never boils.
PS: I'm waiting for the bloody thing to rise and pretending I don't give a damn. Fingers crossed it'll work like the average man.
If left undisturbed, it'll eat away at itself wondering what's happening, slowly rising in pleasurable anticipation awaiting your return.
... Or, just, you know, a watched kettle never boils.
PS: I'm waiting for the bloody thing to rise and pretending I don't give a damn. Fingers crossed it'll work like the average man.
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