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We here at IRBHN World Head Quarters wish to extend our best wishes for the end of (brutally hot, bordering on homicidal) Summer to one and all. There. We've done it. Pagan holiday greetings--check.
One finds, as one grows older, that the tendency to behave like an elderly hippie rather increases.
Interests and enthusiasms for organic gardening "take root"(rim shot), and the whole thing begins to gather speed, eventually leading one to sourdough bread. It seems to be a short road from cultivating vegetables to cultivating wild yeasts. (One fears that cheese making and folk dancing may attempt to raise their rustic heads.)
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Wish our summer had been hot.
What, no knitting?
I just discovered this post!
I hope one day to pickle my own vegetables. I am getting old.
Sourdough is pretty tricky, I've heard. But I might not have heard from the right sources.
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