Veena's lover had found someone new, leaving her full of sighs and tears.
"Make a loaf of heartbreak #bread," her aunt instructed. "Let your tears fall into the dough, tell it all your feelings as you knead, then feed it to the sparrows when it's baked. You'll feel much better."
Veena started to make a loaf, but she worried. What if the sparrows couldn't handle her heartbreak? She decided to share happy memories with the dough instead.
Remarkably, the cure still worked.
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FAHK. Finally! After two years of okay, pretty looking, and good tasting sourdough but still not the crumb I have wanted, I cracked this bitch open this morning and I SCREAMED!! I can’t believe it!! This is THE loaf I’ve been trying so hard for! I used Alexandra Cooks sourdough recipe (ht…
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Caesar knew bread was fundamental to CIVILIZATION o7
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The breaking of bread?
A simple, communal, caring, sharing gesture rarely practiced despite the hyped up-claims of many "believers".
Share.
Care.
Be there.
And be aware... there are those who will take your bread, your daily bread, and leave you to starve whenever the mood takes them.
A mood that persists in the heartless, spineless, avariciously addicted whose only thought is for their coffers.
Never mind them.
When there is a need - WE shall break bread together.
4 Months of Practice for These Croissants
It's been a long 4-month road to get to this point. The recipe is just about at the finalized point now. Hand Laminated Croissant Recipe Makes 6 Large Croissants or 8 Medium Croissants Dough Ingredients: 90g AP Flour 240g Bread Flour 160g Cold Water 50g Sugar 7g Salt 7g Instant Yeast 7g Instant Milk Powder [..…
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 12 Blood, Wine, and Steel
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#Wss366 Bread
Chue watched as Mao entered a room with a low table containing the remains of a meal and scattered flasks. There were no screens, curtains, or furniture in the room large enough to hide behind. Besides the table and a few cushions, the only outstanding feature was a painting in the style of the crucifixion depicted in their cell. This one was of a chalice brimming with light. Over it, the artist had written in sanguine letters, “As #bread and wine, share my flesh.”
“More like ‘blood and wine,’” Chue muttered eyeing the crimson runes.
With the sound of fighting so close, Chue decided they didn’t have time to find a better hiding spot. She moved into the shadows just inside the room’s door, where she could ambush anyone trying to enter.
“Pile the cushions in the corner. Hide in them,” she said, glancing at Mao, who was staring at the table.
Chue returned her focus to the passageway only to have it snap back to the apothecary when she heard Mao say to herself, “You’re a fool, but this is what I have to do.”
Mao bent, picked up a knife from the table, and turned toward the door. Her face was flushed with fever, but the look of grim determination stopped Chue from clicking her tongue.
“Don’t waste your time. I’ve decided,” Mao told her. The resolve in her voice matched her expression.
“Then stand behind me and keep your fangs sharp. I’ll be the bear and you the serpent. Strike fast, sly, and deadly.”
The two fell silent as the sound of fighting died and running footsteps approached.
First, The Mad Frank sped past, a look of terror on his face, then a shadow of a man wielding a sword appeared, creeping along the hallway. The bearer paused, then sprang into the room, weapon raised. Chue barely had time to raise her club to block the blow. The shock of the sword meeting the parry ran through her arm. The blade sliced through the wood, leaving only a stump in her hand.
“Steel!” Mao gasped seeing her mercenary guard about to decapitate Chue.
“Chue, Mao,” the skirmisher responded, her sword stopping barely in time.
“How…” Mao began. Then, overcome by fever, she slumped to the floor.
“Followed The Mad Frank,” Steel replied. She smiled, winked, and picked Mao up like a sack of rice.
Chue smiled back, thinking, “If only the prince were so bold.”
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