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For four generations at least, they’d carried ‘round that ball of yeast. Tucked there ‘twixt the thighs, it made their bread rise; their pans never had to be greased!

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Date: 10/13/2024 1:14:00 PM
ha ha ha love it Jeff:-) hugs jan xx
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