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  • Today, after cutting a slice off a half-loaf of bread I just bought at Granddaisy's, I suffered from an eater's block. I could not proceed to eat it. It was just innocently lying there, presenting its symbolism, which is not lost on me or other human souls.

    In this kind of bread, called Pugliese, the final shape of a gas bubble during the rising of the dough is the result of a precarious negotiation between essentially two forces: the uniform, outward-directed pressure of the gas, probably carbon dioxide, and the nonuniform resistance of the viscous dough around it.

    Among the thousands of bubbles that form, occasionally one gobbles up the others in the neighborhood much like a black hole, and gives rise to delightful gestalts reminding us of our youth, and of first love.
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