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I maid de wite bred


17/01/2008

I maid de wite bred end it didn't wek out akording 2 de plan.
Must hav had sumtin 2 do wit de ingridients. I used hard red
Montana w'eat dat I did grind by hand insted of de fine wite
flour. De "sponge" did not enlarg as plann'd, nor
did it rise abov de bleck line de second tym 'round wen I

Bassam El Baroni, curator (Egypt)


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