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The worktop looked as though a small flour-based weather event had passed through Wellington. My hands were coated. The dough was coated. The sensible part of my brain had quietly left the room.
The loaf leaned to one side. Its surface had split in a place I had not planned, and a small section of crust looked like it had attempted to escape the rest of the bread.
A bread crust can lose its crackle without getting wet from outside. Water moves from the soft crumb toward the dry crust; the loaf's pores and crust permeability decide how quickly that change can be heard and felt.
