That was too close for comfort. After beating the dough monster down, we needed a rest, a bath, and a restorative cup of tea.
Now it is time to actually make the breads. There is a knack to dividing, rolling, and forming the dough into the traditional shape.
Sigyn has it.
I do not.
And still we are not done! I am weary of this dish. It is too much work. I will leave the females to the brushing-with-egg, the sprinkling of salt, and the baking. Summon me when it is time for the eating.