At dinner Friday night:
Look, Mommy, I wrote my name!
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Behold, see what happens when one uses the last of the very, very, very old -- and hence dry -- bread flour (at least 2+ years old) PLUS a cup of extremely old and dry craisins in the bread baker AND for some unknown reason decides not to add the tablespoon or two of extra liquid that has enabled the past three loaves using this old flour to turn out perfectly:
Despite its gnarled and craggy appearance, the bread was delicious. Must have been the cinnamon and nutmeg and cloves...
