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On Sunday I mixed flour oats, rye, cornmeal, water and salt. The sourdough is a creature alive in a bucket. Cold lava bubbling and bumpy. On Monday I shaped it and dropped it into greased loaf pans. I placed them in the cold empty oven to proof. I walked my dogs on the snowy windy cemetery hill and came back home and and turned on the oven. The house smelled good and the loaves were beautiful. When baked, I tapped their bottoms for hollow beats and good eats.
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