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She smelled like fresh dough rising.
Half a loaf is better than no bread
The whiter the bread, the quicker you're dead. Stick with barley and spelt.
Note, that yeast of good Beer, is better then that of Ale.
You can have all the right ingredients, have measured them carefully and mixed them, but without warmth, you'll end up with a loaf of bread flatter than a plate. And while you might be able to eat it, it won't feed you.
To be honest, bread constipates me, and I like to have my daily bowel movement.
Bread is a celebration.
Look at bread, and see it as a Dairy Milk Cadbury's chocolate bar, and say to yourself, 'OK, you don't need that.' Bread is bad.
There is a seeded bread that I bring from South Africa. I bring home 10, 20 loaves. I am so bad with this bread. I've literally been in hotels and brought my own: "Please, can you toast this? I have my own bread." They're like, "You have your own bread?" And I'll pull it out!
This is now your daily bread. It will never be withheld from you. You may eat as much and as often as you like. There is no end to My love.
Better halfe a loafe than no bread.
Baking bread is as glorious as planting flowers, as doing a cardiac bypass, as teaching a child to read.
Without bread all is misery.
The best poet is the man who delivers our daily bread: the local baker ...
Hey! I'm talkin' to you, feta bread!
It is not accidental that all phenomena of human life are dominated by the search for daily bread - the oldest link connecting all living things, man included, with the surrounding nature.
I like to think of bread as really bland cake.
I have tasted but little bread in my life. It has been mere grub and provender for the most part. Of bread that nourished the brain and the heart, scarcely any. There is absolutely none on the tables even of the rich.
Pride and resentment do not create bread that will rise. Bread, like a good life, can only be created by honest measure, patience, warmth, and time.
Your flour is your dream and your bread is your fulfillment. The environment in which your flour is baked can influence the shape of your bread ... Just take it as simple as that!
Good bread and good butter go together. They are one of the perfect marriages in gastronomy, and they never fail to cheer me.
Now when it comes to getting bread
I got the keys to the bakery
No crust so tough as the grudged bread of dependence.
Give me yesterday's bread, this day's flesh, and last year's cider
It isn't bread that feeds you; it is life and the spirit that feed you through bread.
When you have a healthy appetite there is no such thing as bad bread.
If you guessed a loaf of white bread and a jar of Miracle Whip, you should run out and play the lottery right now because you are a genius. White
Spiritual bread is more important than the natural one.
The best smell is bread; the best saver, salt; the best love, that of children.
The Bread that we need each day to grow in eternal life, makes of our will a docile instrument of the Divine Will; sets the Kingdom of God within us; gives us pure lips, and a pure heart with which to glorify his holy name
Green eggs and ham...
Why has our poetry eschewed The rapture and response of food? What hymns are sung and praises said For the home made miracle of bread?
The smell of baking bread wafts up to my cell and reminds me of the days I walked freely in the cafes. This tears me apart more than my fear of death or the solitude in which I now find myself.
The misers cheese is wholesomest
A loaf of bread, the Walrus said, Is what we chiefly need: Pepper and vinegar besides Are very good indeed
Now if you're ready, Oysters, dear, We can begin to feed!
It's a challenge to demonstrate that you can prepare some really interesting food with humble ingredients.
Why ask for your daily bread when you own the bakery?
There is nothing that isn't beautiful about bread.
Herbs carried in special baskets, bread wrapped in knotted, muslin cloths, thick stews soured with unripe grape juice, carrots boiled with sugar and rosewater, yoghurt hung from dripping bags, its whey dried in sheets on trays in the sun.
When I'm at craft services, I make the best-tasting, 10-layer meat and cheese sandwich with no bread.
I'm trying to learn how to cook.
Better is half a loaf than no bread.
Bread of flour is good; but there is bread, sweet as honey, if we would eat it, in a good book.
It still astounds me, after forty years, that there is no good bread between Chicago and San Francisco.
Baker's, the smell of fresh bread was so overwhelming
Bread for me is a material question. Bread for my neighbor is a spiritual one.
Day-old bread? Sadly, in America a lot of day-old bread just becomes nasty. Italian day-old bread, not having any preservatives in it, just becomes harder and it doesn't taste old. What I would warn people about is getting bread that's loaded with other things in it, because it starts to taste old.
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
Gift bread chokes in a man's throat and poisons his blood, and sits like lead upon the heart.
Before the cook arrived when she stood in a space no wider than a bench is long, back behind and to the left of the milk cans. Working dough. Working, working dough. Nothing better than that to start the day's serious work of beating back the past.
Of all smells, bread; of all tastes, salt.
What must you break apart in order to bring a family close together? Bread, of course.
Among those kinds of food which the good housekeeper should scrupulously banish from her table, is that of hot leavened bread ... I believe it more often lays the foundation of diseases of the stomach, than any other kind of nourishment, used among us.
Rorshach's journal. October 16, 1985. Been waiting in Moloch's fridge for three hours. Ate two raw eggs and packet of honey mustard sauce. Just realized I am sitting on baking soda. Freezing ass off. Really have to take leak.
Bread now, or cake later
There's always the dwarf bread.
It's silly to anthropomorphize bread, but I love the fact that it needs to sit quietly, to retreat from touch and noise and drama, in order to evolve.
The whiter the bread, the sooner you'll be dead." This
You can't just leave out one part; the bread won't rise if the yeast isn't there.
Bread that must be sliced with an axe is bread that is too nourishing.
I wished my family would buy normal sliced white bread, the kind that went into toasters, like every other family I knew.
Bread, milk and butter are of venerable antiquity. They taste of the morning of the world.
Fage does not make great yogurt.
A Waft of Cheese
Proper bread was white, and pre-sliced, and tasted like almost nothing: that was the point.
At my age, I don't buy but a half a loaf of bread, you know?
we live by legends, and not by bread alone.
Eaten bread is forgotten.
You are offered a piece of bread and butter that feels like a damp handkerchief and sometimes, when cucumber is added to it, like a wet one.
Dough is like an Indian mother's stress ball. Squeeze, roll.
It's going to be legen ... wait for it ... and I hope you're not lactose-intolerant cause the second half of that word is ... dairy!
religious rituals cast an aura of sacrality on bread by putting it in liminal contact with the celestial sphere. The meshing of the sacred with the profane endowed bread with a plethora of superimposed, ambivalent, and overcharged meanings, which the regime fully exploited.
My soul hunger for the living bread.
As the era of care-less food comes to a reckoning, we're relearning the astonishingly elemental delight in growing what we eat and preparing it as though it matters. It's
If you are without bread, how much wisdom can you boast and of what real utility are your talents, if you cannot procure for yourselves and save against a day of scarcity those substances designed to sustain your natural lives?
There is enough dough in the world to make bread for us all to eat together.
No home-cooked food, no matter how delicious, can match the power of bringing people together in misty-eyed recollection of industrially produced food.
Were we directed from Washington when to sow and when to reap, we should soon want bread.
Man does not live by bread alone.
I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it.
I like cheese. Fromage.
I don't need the bread, but it's nice to do something creative.
Your bread may be small but with God's blessing it will increase
How can a nation be called great if its bread tastes like kleenex?
Rule No.37 The whiter the bread, the sooner you'll be dead.
Bread may not always nourish us; but it always does us good, it even takes stiffness out of our joints, and makes us supple and buoyant, when we knew not what ailed us, to recognize any generosity in man or Nature, to share any unmixed and heroic joy.
I won't quarrel with my bread and butter.
I love cheese and biscuits, the stronger the better.
Plain fresh bread, its crust shatteringly crisp. Sweet cold butter. There is magic in the way they come together in your mouth to make a single perfect bite.
Proust had his madeleines; I am devastated by the scent of yeast bread rising.
The question of bread for myself is a material question, but the question of bread for my neighbor is a spiritual question.
May your crust be crisp and your bread always rise!
Man lives by bread alone, when there is no bread.
Waffles are just awesome bread.
I need to put bread on the table man
I cast my bread on the waters long ago. Now it's time for you to send it back to me - toasted and buttered on both sides.
My favorite toast is rye toast.
[There's a] point where you have to leave the dough alone. It's silly to anthropomorphize bread, but I love the fact that it needs to sit quietly, to retreat from touch and noise and drama, in order to evolve.
I have to admit, I often feel that way myself.
When we ran out, we had to buy bologna and white bread at the store. What a treat! The Rainbo white bread was a luxury my mother would never have thought of at home.
Lord," he said, "on this holiest of days, we thank you for food and ammunition. May our ships get through and the enemy's get lost." They all said "Amen" and then the orderlies brought in something that the cook had made out of bread crumbs and canned malevolence. Alistair