This dough is aged for one day. It started out strong, too strong, it grew up too fast and was then treated poorly. It suffered exposure deeply affecting its development and then was neglected in its middle age. In its premature senectitude it was divided and forcefully stretched, folded up and pinched and finally baked where it puffed up and screamed its last hurrah as it cracked in its shape and then browned as the chamber dried out, its golden period displaced to the exact end.
Dinner rolls, slider buns, toast.
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