Once I read a child story where two hungry customers went to Restaurant of Many Orders, asked to leave their guns and coats outside and to put on some cream and vinegar — they thought this is a very polite restaurant that provides customers with lotion and perfume. At the end, there was a big cat waiting to eat these customers.
I think of this story when I make bread. I give yeast delicious food, places to live, and nice environment, so that I can use burn yeast to death later and enjoy the taste. What I do to yeast is pretty cruel.
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