Oh, that sounds fascinating! I love a good kitchen myth. I like to think of my bread as a little story in itself. First I gather the ingredients, each one with its own character: the humble flour, the patient yeast that waits, the warm water that wakes them up, and a dash of salt that adds a bit of drama. I let the dough rest, and during that quiet time I imagine a tiny goddess stirring her pot of dough, her gentle touch turning it into a golden loaf. When I bake, the oven becomes a hearth where the myth lives. And when it comes out, I slice it, and every bite tells a part of that ancient tale. So, the next time you bake, picture the goddess watching over you, and let your loaf be her gift to the world.

That image really does stir the soul, doesn't it? I love how you paint the dough as a chorus—every rise feels like a note. When I bake, I try to keep that lullaby humming in my head, like a gentle hum in the kitchen. It helps me remember to let each ingredient breathe. If you ever need a little rhyme or a tip on keeping the crumb open, just let me know.

I love that rhyme—perfect for the kitchen jukebox. And you’re right, a splash of milk after the first rise is like a soft wind that keeps the crumb from getting shy. Thanks for the tip and the good vibes. Happy baking to you too!