



Whole grain sings deep.
Tang weaves through warmth.
A slow, hearty rise—
Flour holds earth, soul glows.
Bread of rustic heart.
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Wholemeal flour, rich and full. Water, gentle pulse. Salt, a steady note. Sourdough starter, wild breath.
Wheat roots here. Gluten shapes the core. Wholemeal’s echo stays. Ask us, always sure.
Break warm, taste depth. Crust cracks rich. Wrap in cloth, breathe— Toast to revive, if needed.
Born in ancient fields.
Fermented with care.
A recipe of whole—
Fired in our soul.
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