I have had great luck lately bartering my fresh sourdough loaves for roto-tilling my garden, mowing our patch of grass, and freshly-hatched chicken eggs. I love to bake bread, cakes, muffins and scones. Someday I would love to try using a wood-fired oven. Once, years ago when I was traveling with my musician friends in the mountains of Cullowee North Carolina I saw a wood stove with a warming oven built into the top of the stovepipe. I'll never forget it. And to add to my amazement the woman who lived there had the same first grade teacher as I had at Murray Avenue School in New York, Mrs. Haggerty. She was a million years old and she had taught us both how to read. Small world, cute stove.
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