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[tsaiko]

I am making Vermont Whole Wheat Oatmeal Honey Bread and after kneading that bad boy for 10 minutes, my hands smell like cinnamon and yeast. I kind of want to lick them, but that is frowned upon in polite society. Also, I know they will not taste as good as they smell, which honestly, is a bigger incentive to not lick my hands than polite society. Fuck polite society. I am societal goblin.

Proof, my bread. Proof. I want to bake you until my house smells delicious.