You try to read books in a New York research library. Frederick the Great’s relationships with his Kapelle musicians have never been so thrilling. And clumps of old men with moustaches (what’s with the moustache, I ask?) and an optional hunch keep chatting loudly right next to you. Inwardly, the teacher in you fulminates - but you can’t, oh you can’t shush them (pas moyen de leur rabattre le caquet).
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If you were born (to baking at least) a year ago, you may never had kneaded anything. At best you may have kneaded (accidentally I hope) your pie dough and realised it was BAD. Then more articles than you can shake a wooden spoon at were written on how kneading was not only perfectly optional but completely unecessary. I’m not even going there, there isn’t a blogger around who isn’t
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It’s the leprechauns’ no-knead bread. My roomies love it. It never survives the evening.
Gold pots suck for soda bread.
We are talking ultra speedy bread-making here.
