Everyone is kneaded out of the same dough but not baked in the same oven.
– Yiddish proverb
Boy, that’s the truth, isn’t it? Even in the small town where I’ve grown up, there’s a big disparity in values.
There are the whole grain flakes like me who care mostly about the quality of our environment and long-term flavor of life. And there are the unleavened ones, who don’t care what rises or falls, year to year, and would slice off half a loaf or more to make some short bread.
You thought I was gonna say dough, didn’t you?
Well, I just bag 'em and serve 'em. Baguettes, they are, then. I'm always this way, aren't I? Just a little too long in the toaster. Order up, sourdough!
You've been reading too many New Yorkers lately, or I have.