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When he was older he abbreviated his name to E. Manuel for professional purposes (though his friends still called him Jesus) and opened a kitchen near the coast, where his fish soup was legendary.
i have seen the rock bottom depths of pseudosnobbery, after meeting my sisterinlaw at the panera bread, attached to the starbucks and actually purchasing a loaf; which i later fed to the ducks along with my sincerest apologies.
It’s been years since I’ve baked bread, mostly because when I want to spend hours in a kitchen it’s to make some scented delight of the curry persuasion, but this time when I read that delicious bread-baking recipe, I found Bakerina in my head.
Keith’s stomach grumbled and gurgled at the thought of those delicious breads, pot-roasts, potatoes and that Belgian organic brioche.
The room, redolent of remembered bread and wine, cried for the diners past and present who had feasted safely within her chiffoned walls amidst fine bone china set atop lace and perfect crystal that caught every nuance of light.
It’s been so long since I’ve tried to bake freeform loaves in my rotten little oven that I’d forgotten all about the thrill of that nervous feeling of wondering whether the loaves you’d spent two days building would survive their journeys into the oven.
The neighborhood rag muffins loved stealing bread from Mr. Yin’s bakery because they enjoyed listening to him tell the police that the kids kept pinching his loafs.
Lucy was quite sure that she had a firm grasp on that oily duck she had named Lucas when he dropped all his feathers at will and slipped away with the whole loaf of sourdough.
Henry had felt somewhat directionless for many months, but seeing the featherless duck named Lucas waddle by with a loaf of sourdough tucked under his wing changed everything.
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