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The Unabaker Speaks is the record of my ongoing explorations, and observations regarding the craft of cooking with a primary though not exclusive focus upon pastry making, bread craft, the elements of bread science, and world bread making traditions. The Unabaker Speaks is dedicated to sharing knowledge, and teaching beginners.

I have no monetary goals with this blog. There are no advertisements. I do not make endorsements, or accept anything for mentioning another person's work. I only attend to the blog on occasions when the mood strikes, or the weather is not conducive for work outside, or for riding my bike. The Unabaker Speaks is simply a place to park some thoughts and writings, to record and display, and encourage others the use of my Kitchen, Bread and Bake Shop calculating tools. Those tools are unique and useful. If anything at all comes from this blog, making them available to any interested cook or baker is enough. Sharing knowledge, and suggesting better ways to do the same thing is always part of The Unabaker syllabus. 

I hope to provide an undiluted account of my personal experience, trials and errors, and the values that emerged from a forty-year professional and personal quest. As a student of Philosophy and Logic, a writer and traveler, Unabaker has a different take on the art and craft of cooking and baking, its trends, and the industry that allows it to flourish. His unique, sometimes humorous perspective regarding the important role these play in the overall intellectual and emotional well-being of a community is displayed in these pages.

As the site develops, so too a catalogue of kitchen recipes and baker's formulae, along with practical suggestions, expert tips and detailed methodology. Articles focused upon specific aspects of the craft, as well as book reviews, and unvarnished reports of my personal cooking and baking projects will be continuous, if intermittent, threads. Since I reside in Thailand, occasional rambles relating to how to bake when it gets really, really hot, reports of travels, observations about Thai culture and cuisine, and why it's taken me almost 10 years in that happy kingdom to achieve bare functional literacy will hopefully provide less demanding, and perhaps amusing reading.

The Unabaker Speaks honors the memory, the efforts, and the friendship of all of those who have toiled alongside. 

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