Knead to Know was the latest hipster bakery in town. They supplied freshly baked, delicious ‘artisan’ breads, surprisingly cheap.

They also had popular workshops with silly names. ‘Baking for a better tomorrow’, that sort of thing.

When I was gifted a baking workshop, I was sarcastic. I quipped that they had a sourdough starter called ‘Knead to know basis’. Still, I was curious.

The instructor was prim, with round glasses and hair neatly pulled back. She explained to us that this was about taking pleasure in baking. She also mentioned that the best loaves would go on sale in the bakery.

So that’s how they keep their prices down, I thought wryly.

And then we got to it. Flour, yeast, basic ingredients. Mixing, getting your hands dirty.

And kneading. Pressing, pounding, squeezing the dough. It was... joyous. Ten minutes in, my hands were beginning to cramp, but I was ecstatic. So that’s what it was all about!

The instructor smiled and nodded in my direction. “Looks like we have another Knead to Know recruit!”

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