There is something about kneading that is very enjoyable. I hit the dough with the heel of my left hand, then right, and left again before turning it a quarter turn and repeat. "Slap, slap, slap, turn. Slap, slap, slap, turn." I have to shed a layer of clothes because kneading is a workout for the dough and for me. By the time 8 or 10 minutes has passed the dough melds into a single entity and becomes stretch and elastic. Kneading the dough is a comforting because it is also old fashioned work. Today I made homemade basil pasta for a Christmas spaghetti dinner and cinnamon rolls for a Christmas breakfast. Obviously I'm not worrying about counting carbs tomorrow.
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