When I was just a mere wisp of a girl, I stowed away on a freighter and travelled to Paris with my great Aunt Helene, in hopes of sampling the delights of baguette. Alas, I had not enough money to buy the delicious French breads, so I had to beg on streets for coins. But the humiliation was worth it, for that amazing first bite of a decadent treat - I have never forgotten it. Years later. I would marry a wonderful French man, who had studied baking under Julia Child, and could produce the same miraculous loaves. And that is how I can say this recipe is awesome and authentic. Oh wait, almost forgot: my dog is French, my college roommate, my brother, my mailman, and my dentist. Oh, and we've all lived in a tiny apartment, together, over the most amazing little bakery in Paris. Not just France, but Paris. Yeah, good bread.
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When I was just a mere wisp of a girl, I stowed away on a freighter and travelled to Paris...