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Knead!
My momma and my Zara used to make bread every Thanksgiving. In the last few years, of course, we have sacrificed the proximity but still maintained the tradition of at least the baking of the bread. Momma says she always remembers the best part is when the dough has risen and you get to punch it down with your fists. So, this year while momma was doing to bread-makin', she thought this would be an ideal part of the meal for me to help!
And...she was right! What fun to stick your hands in that sticky stuff and feel it melt back down into a little ball.
Not to mention that it was edible! Yummy!
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