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...is the temperature I've been working to for a well-baked loaf of bread. These days. It's grim up north.

Must confess that I haven't read all of the whole of every one of these august pages during the last few years but I'm assuming someone's already pointed out the relevance of this temperature.

Only breadheads need reply. Darlings.

94 celsius and you are alive

94 Farenheint, AKA 34.4 Celcius?

Well, i have to deal with it every single day on summer, and on autumn, and on spring...and sometimes on Winter too...

Damn it Brazil.

H, it's a bugger.

We have it harder here in God's Own Country (which is due west of The People's Republic, where we have by far the best football team, as is only too pleased to acknowledge) where the usual February temperature is 27-39F.

No good for bread making. Some might say. Unless they're on tour.

Proper bread needs to attain a delicious 94C all round and throughout, or it'll never do.

Good job you're not underwater; it would be 2 degrees warmer.

...or somewhere west of New Orleans, if we allow for a double meaning. Which is always wise.

34.4 is the average in here during summer nighttime
people can live with more temp than this
not so hot, you can have a nice cool sleep in that temp

lazarus corporation wrote:...or somewhere west of New Orleans, if we allow for a double meaning. Which is always wise.

...or in a postgraduate hall of residence.

.... or Prince Charles LP collection - allowing for one solo offering.

...or the alcohol by volume in a Bolivian beverage

...or, indeed, a vastly overstaffed American female vocal group

...or Ben Gunn doing his Maths homework in the back of the Transit on the way back from a gig.

...like the 94 degrees, these are getting slightly obtuse

million voices wrote:...like the 94 degrees, these are getting slightly obtuse

I see what you did there

Nikolas Vitus Lagartija wrote:...or Ben Gunn doing his Maths homework in the back of the Transit on the way back from a gig.