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“What makes good bread? It is a question of good flour and slow fermentation. In the old days we used to leave the dough to ferment for at least three or four hours, and it wasn't necessary to put chemicals into the dough. Today the farmers get much bigger crops from the same piece of ground, but the wheat has lost its taste. And to make it look nice and white — comme un cadavre — the millers grind it up fine and sift it, so you are left with very little except starch.”

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Book:Journey Through Europe
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Journey Through Europe

This book offers a vivid account of the author's extensive travels throughout Europe, exploring diverse landscapes, historical sites, and cultural experiences. more

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John Hillaby

John Hillaby was an English writer known for his profound insights into history and culture. His works spanned a variety of literary genres, including historical fiction, travel literature, and biography, and were praised for their unique narrative style and attention to detail. more

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