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My old boss and his wife went out to San Fransisco back in the 1980s and fell in love with sourdough bread and brought back some starter on that trip.
They raved about how wonderful it was for a long time. Of course his wife took care of the baking and keeping the starter happy and alive. Then one day it dawned on her that it was like having a child. They could not go on vacation, and it had to be taken care of and would die if not used and more bread was made.
One day she said she had murder in her heart, and they baked the last loaf and she was thrilled to not HAVE TO bake bread again.
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Glen
49 Year member of the Porsche Club of America
1985 911 Carrera; 2017 Macan
1986 El Camino with Fuel Injected 350 Crate Engine
My Motto: I will never be too old to have a happy childhood!
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