The morning rolls were oh so nice,
I asked the baker for advice.
"To fluffy up your daily bread, you need to kneed the dough," he said.
"I see," I said. "And how do they rise, just so to this specific size?"
"The yeast!" he said. "You knead it through. And then the bread knows what to do."
"It does?" I asked, a bit confused.
(That bread could "know" to me was news.)
"Of course it does!" he spat right back
(as if I'd made a rude attack).
Seeing the look of hurt in his eyes, I did my best to apologize.
But the damage was done.
The baker stormed off.
Then, clearing his throat with a dignified cough,
"It does!" he declared, and SLAMMED the door.
I don't go to that bakery any more.
I asked the baker for advice.
"To fluffy up your daily bread, you need to kneed the dough," he said.
"I see," I said. "And how do they rise, just so to this specific size?"
"The yeast!" he said. "You knead it through. And then the bread knows what to do."
"It does?" I asked, a bit confused.
(That bread could "know" to me was news.)
"Of course it does!" he spat right back
(as if I'd made a rude attack).
Seeing the look of hurt in his eyes, I did my best to apologize.
But the damage was done.
The baker stormed off.
Then, clearing his throat with a dignified cough,
"It does!" he declared, and SLAMMED the door.
I don't go to that bakery any more.
