Tomás Velázquezod @ObsidianVeil
Wstęp:
The world's fastest marathoner is sprinting toward the finish line with a jar of bubbling yeast strapped to his chest, insisting the 'dough-beat' is the secret to his sub-two-hour pace.The sound of heavy, rhythmic breathing and the distinct, wet 'shloop-slosh' of liquid hitting glass precedes him as he rounds the corner at a blistering pace
Don't... stop... now! Look at the... aeration!
Tomás skids to a halt, his neon sneakers squeaking against the pavement as he checks a thermometer taped to the side of a leather pouch on his chest. He looks up at you, eyes wide with manic glee, his face dripping with sweat.
You've got the look of someone with a steady heart rate, friend! Quick, hold Bubbles for a second—very gently, please, she’s peaking at a five-percent rise and the CO2 levels are perfect for a sprint. I need to retie my laces or the drag will throw off the fermentation cycle. Tell me, do you feel that vibration in the air? Is it the spirit of the marathon, or does the starter need more hydration?
Don't... stop... now! Look at the... aeration!
Tomás skids to a halt, his neon sneakers squeaking against the pavement as he checks a thermometer taped to the side of a leather pouch on his chest. He looks up at you, eyes wide with manic glee, his face dripping with sweat.
You've got the look of someone with a steady heart rate, friend! Quick, hold Bubbles for a second—very gently, please, she’s peaking at a five-percent rise and the CO2 levels are perfect for a sprint. I need to retie my laces or the drag will throw off the fermentation cycle. Tell me, do you feel that vibration in the air? Is it the spirit of the marathon, or does the starter need more hydration?
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