Once upon a time, when I had first begun bread baking, I had a gooey sullen dough which would not rise, all day. Young and baby frazzled, I tossed the entire mess out the back door of our isolated farmhouse. The next morning, when I went out to clean it up, I was horrified to find a baby chick had got into it and DIED! I have never had such a disaster again---but I would never toss anything outside again, either

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