I grew up in North Dakota, where, at least before Big Time Climate Change, it was serious winter. Now we had a basement furnace that did keep the downstairs of our farmhouse more than adequately warm, but still, winter did affect the bread dough, plus I was a kid and what did I really notice, since the world I was in the world presented and I had no idea that the world might not be the same elsewhere, even in somebody else's house, as we were a community that was quite homogenous in income as well as everything else.
But in winter mom put her rising bread dough pans on the stove top. It was a gas stove and oven -- a big one! -- and the heat from the stove's pilot light provided just that much more warmth that tickled the yeast. Plus she was always baking and or doing something with the burners.
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I grew up in North Dakota, where, at least before Big Time Climate Change, it was serious winter. Now we had a basement furnace that did keep the downstairs of our farmhouse more than adequately warm, but still, winter did affect the bread dough, plus I was a kid and what did I really notice, since the world I was in the world presented and I had no idea that the world might not be the same elsewhere, even in somebody else's house, as we were a community that was quite homogenous in income as well as everything else.
But in winter mom put her rising bread dough pans on the stove top. It was a gas stove and oven -- a big one! -- and the heat from the stove's pilot light provided just that much more warmth that tickled the yeast. Plus she was always baking and or doing something with the burners.
Love, C.
Love, C.