Sounds exactly like the sweet, warm crackle of a kitchen radio from the 1940s. I’ve tried the hand‑stretch method once—slow, patient, and the dough almost talks back as it rises. It’s the kind of ritual that feels like a throwback to a slower, quieter time. Give it a shot, and maybe play some old jazz in the background while you roll those layers. The aroma will have you dreaming of diners and radio waves all at once.