tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046190876331796690.post5237038415583287618..comments2024-03-25T00:32:02.066-07:00Comments on A Stove With A House Around It: Bread Baker's Apprentice: 22/43: pain de CampagneDiannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11536755504773646702noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046190876331796690.post-76774560780931528602013-04-10T14:31:59.752-07:002013-04-10T14:31:59.752-07:00I think that this new pace is alarming!I think that this new pace is alarming!Rosemary & Garlichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18044234879167445165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046190876331796690.post-34541397053735742122013-04-09T20:43:27.693-07:002013-04-09T20:43:27.693-07:00Ah, yes- the pompitous of love. A lyric which drov...Ah, yes- the pompitous of love. A lyric which drove me absolutely insane in the late 80's. A time before Google, when an indistinguishable lyric meant a lot of playing, rewinding and playing again. The only other lyric that gave me as many sleepless nights was "Walking in Memphis," with its reference to Beale Street. A street I had never heard of and knew nothing about!<br /><br />Oh, so the topic was bread? I'm suddenly wishing I had a fresh loaf on hand, along with that delicious butter!<br />Reneehttp://twitter.com/bqrc23noreply@blogger.com