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“Maman reserves her stormy side for her family,” Père Lessard would say, “for the world she has only sunshine and butterflies.” It was then that she smacked young Lucien in the head with a baguette. The crunchy yet tender crust wrapped around his head, bending but not breaking, showing that the oven had been precisely the right temperature, there had been exactly enough moisture, and in fact, by the ancient Lessard test method it was perfect. Lucien thought this was the way of all French boulangers, and he would be a young man before anyone explained to him that other bakers did not have a test boy who was smacked in the head with a loaf of bread every morning.”

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Christopher Moore
Christopher Moore

Christopher Moore, born in 1957, is an American writer known for his humorous, satirical, and fantastical works. more

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