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Under Baked and Out of Control

I felt anxious the other day.

First, I thought it was the bread. I wanted to make a sturdy whole wheat loaf. It’s a familiar recipe. I’ve made it before and it works. I get to knead some dough.

My wife gently suggested I make a pillowy white bread. I thought it was her way of telling me she didn’t like my whole wheat bread so I didn’t call her out on it. I gave it a try.