here is bread i made
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Aug 15, 2020 06:06
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Wanna eat that bread
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Aug 15, 2020 06:22
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mr smuckers: when my pappy was still around running things he would always tell me that the children would flock to his berry farm as he sat on the porch whittling away at strawberry stems, making tiny spears and he would imagine throwing the spears at the tiny children in the distance frollicking free amongst the patch to pick and eat to their heart's content. When it got dark and everyone would gather around the campfire to roast strawberries and take immodium, he told me that they'd all ask him the same question, "Why do you make such good jam, Mr. Smuckers?" and he would chuckle and say "with a name like smuckers, it has to be good" and wouldn't say anything about phosphates or amalgamates. When I grew up and took over the operation, I thought I would rock away on the porch to the same endless bliss. When the strawberries dried up and we began importing from overseas, I had to just ask the children to run away from the house so i could pretend to squish them with my fingers at a distance. When it got dark, we would huddle around the same campfire and roast clods of dirt, which the children always gobbled up with glee. But I never got the same question as my pappy, when the children, full of dirt and immodium would grow tired, they'd take turns looking to me and asking, "Where are all the crusts from the uncrustables?" and this shook me at first because I didn't know. I told the kids the crusts were in heaven now, floating about all the earth, looking down on good children and nodding happily. Then the children would ask, "You know the crimped edges are a kind of new crust in their own?" I didn't know. I'd fumble out a response about the baking process, though admittedly our uncrustables were never baked, just formed and sold. The children would tell me that they'd ask their mom to cut off the crimped edges before they ate their uncrustables. I nodded solemnly as they went on to say the increased trimming of the edges of the sandwiches left them less and less to eat. They asked if I liked starving the nation of children. I didn't, but the answer was getting tough to vocalize. I leaned back in my camping chair and held my fingers open wide. One by one, I squished each child in my site from right to left. If the strawberries were still here, I would've squished them too, to make some delicious jam.
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Aug 15, 2020 12:45
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nut posted:mr smuckers: when my pappy was still around running things he would always tell me that the children would flock to his berry farm as he sat on the porch whittling away at strawberry stems, making tiny spears and he would imagine throwing the spears at the tiny children in the distance frollicking free amongst the patch to pick and eat to their heart's content. When it got dark and everyone would gather around the campfire to roast strawberries and take immodium, he told me that they'd all ask him the same question, "Why do you make such good jam, Mr. Smuckers?" and he would chuckle and say "with a name like smuckers, it has to be good" and wouldn't say anything about phosphates or amalgamates. When I grew up and took over the operation, I thought I would rock away on the porch to the same endless bliss. When the strawberries dried up and we began importing from overseas, I had to just ask the children to run away from the house so i could pretend to squish them with my fingers at a distance. When it got dark, we would huddle around the same campfire and roast clods of dirt, which the children always gobbled up with glee. But I never got the same question as my pappy, when the children, full of dirt and immodium would grow tired, they'd take turns looking to me and asking, "Where are all the crusts from the uncrustables?" and this shook me at first because I didn't know. I told the kids the crusts were in heaven now, floating about all the earth, looking down on good children and nodding happily. Then the children would ask, "You know the crimped edges are a kind of new crust in their own?" I didn't know. I'd fumble out a response about the baking process, though admittedly our uncrustables were never baked, just formed and sold. The children would tell me that they'd ask their mom to cut off the crimped edges before they ate their uncrustables. I nodded solemnly as they went on to say the increased trimming of the edges of the sandwiches left them less and less to eat. They asked if I liked starving the nation of children. I didn't, but the answer was getting tough to vocalize. I leaned back in my camping chair and held my fingers open wide. One by one, I squished each child in my site from right to left. If the strawberries were still here, I would've squished them too, to make some delicious jam.  this story made me crave immodium lol
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Aug 15, 2020 14:12
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Chewbecca posted:Wanna eat that bread  what is it, some kind of focaccia? nut posted:mr smuckers: when my pappy was still around running things he would always tell me that the children would flock to his berry farm as he sat on the porch whittling away at strawberry stems, making tiny spears and he would imagine throwing the spears at the tiny children in the distance frollicking free amongst the patch to pick and eat to their heart's content. When it got dark and everyone would gather around the campfire to roast strawberries and take immodium, he told me that they'd all ask him the same question, "Why do you make such good jam, Mr. Smuckers?" and he would chuckle and say "with a name like smuckers, it has to be good" and wouldn't say anything about phosphates or amalgamates. When I grew up and took over the operation, I thought I would rock away on the porch to the same endless bliss. When the strawberries dried up and we began importing from overseas, I had to just ask the children to run away from the house so i could pretend to squish them with my fingers at a distance. When it got dark, we would huddle around the same campfire and roast clods of dirt, which the children always gobbled up with glee. But I never got the same question as my pappy, when the children, full of dirt and immodium would grow tired, they'd take turns looking to me and asking, "Where are all the crusts from the uncrustables?" and this shook me at first because I didn't know. I told the kids the crusts were in heaven now, floating about all the earth, looking down on good children and nodding happily. Then the children would ask, "You know the crimped edges are a kind of new crust in their own?" I didn't know. I'd fumble out a response about the baking process, though admittedly our uncrustables were never baked, just formed and sold. The children would tell me that they'd ask their mom to cut off the crimped edges before they ate their uncrustables. I nodded solemnly as they went on to say the increased trimming of the edges of the sandwiches left them less and less to eat. They asked if I liked starving the nation of children. I didn't, but the answer was getting tough to vocalize. I leaned back in my camping chair and held my fingers open wide. One by one, I squished each child in my site from right to left. If the strawberries were still here, I would've squished them too, to make some delicious jam. lol
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Aug 15, 2020 15:35
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I like it when the bread is still warm from baking
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Aug 15, 2020 20:20
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pixaal posted:I like it when the bread is still warm from baking 
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Aug 15, 2020 21:36
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Aug 16, 2020 09:45
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I had naan bread with dinner Another quality bread iteration
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Aug 16, 2020 10:58
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Chewbecca posted:I had naan bread with dinner Yes. I have been going through paratha and roti like an onomatopoeia machine. |
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Aug 16, 2020 12:06
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has anyone tried bread toasted it sounds weird personally |
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Aug 16, 2020 13:57
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made some sourdough yesterday and had it with smoked tritip and pinto beans, then had a half slice this morning with avocado and a half slice with blackberry jam. |
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Aug 17, 2020 17:49
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canyoneer posted:
do brownies or chocolate hazelnut bread yo the sour is power |
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Aug 17, 2020 20:10
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Twenty Four posted:beard you are such a chowda head you have a bread bowl for a beard (no one says this outside of Boston, and even then only to gently caress with people from out of state, so it's always said with a very thick intentional hammy Boston accent).
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Aug 18, 2020 13:35
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Is there even a point to go non-sourdough? It feels like I am getting an outright inferior product whenever I am in a country where sourdough is something special rather than the standard to be found among everything but the very cheapest of "sandwich bread". It's like we if lived in a world where Volvo and Cadillac and Maybach were standard "just go and buy a car" cars why am I out here comparing Ladas? Bright Bart fucked around with this message at 19:22 on Aug 18, 2020 |
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Aug 18, 2020 19:08
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you can make good bread, that is not lovely sandwich bread, using commercial yeast i prefer sdough and it also frees me from the chains of Big Yeast but there is very good non-sdough bread too!
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Aug 18, 2020 19:13
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alnilam posted:there is very good non-sdough bread too! Why? Non-sourdough good bread just means that you have to eat it that day before it stops being wonderful. Opening the wooden covering of sourdough two days later to find that it still rocks is such a treat. |
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Aug 18, 2020 19:21
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