Caraway Light Rye Sourdough Bread
My nostrils flared, vacuuming the air with rapid snorts.
"What's that smell?" I thought.
Convincing myself that my mind was playing tricks, I turned the knob of my kitchen sink and continued rinsing the dishes.
Ding!
Fifteen minutes had elapsed and my countertop oven had finished steaming. Wary of the hazards of hot water vapour, I slipped my arms into my long-sleeved oven mitts and removed the baking tray from the oven.
"Ahh dammit, I burnt the towel!"
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