Magic

I love making bread. It awakens the little girl in me. Not that I grew up in a bakery, or had bakers in my family,… but there is something absolutely magical about the process. Few ingredients, a relatively slow and patient ritual: bread making feels like a peaceful ceremony. 

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Nothing can compete with the smell of a freshly baked bread, not even chocolate.

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