Fresh-Baked Bread on a Warm Winter Day
pungent live yeast with drizzles of honey . . .

What I love most on a warm winter day
is a tradition that’s gone by the wayside
punching and kneading my cares away
stroking dough often keeps me occupied.
What I love most on a warm winter day
is a tradition that’s gone by the wayside
punching and kneading my cares away
stroking dough often keeps me occupied.
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