A little yeast grows through the whole lump.

A little leaven leaveneth the whole lump.

Still bouncin' a rolling pin off your skull?

Third transformation, alive to dead but dough to bread.

Have you guys ever eaten dough soup that has been cooked with tears?

It's still dough.

So I am harvesting the wheat, in order to make the dough.

When you made the dough... Did you mix in one direction?

It holds up the beam and that holds up the ceiling.

It's hydrated dough we call the soaker that helps to start enzyme activity.

The sugars in the dough caramelize in the crust.

That must of happened when the dough fell in the tool chest.

Steady keel.

The dough is kneaded for a few minutes, then set aside to rise for a few hours.

Your boasting is not good. Don't you know that a little yeast leavens the whole lump?

Your glorying is not good. Know ye not that a little leaven leaveneth the whole lump?

The yeast, whose mission it has been up till now to raise the dough, to enliven it, to vivify it, in order to complete its mission, which is also to turn this dough into bread, has to give up its life.

So to prove this, you're essentially proving what this means.

If the first fruit is holy, so is the lump. If the root is holy, so are the branches.

For if the firstfruit be holy, the lump is also holy and if the root be holy, so are the branches.

But dough is what we're working with, and we take that dough to the oven, and it goes into the oven.

The mountains tent pins ?

And the mountains as pegs ?

and the mountains as pegs ?

And the mountains as stakes ?

And the mountains pegs ?

and fixed the mountains like pegs ,

And the high hills bulwarks ?

and the mountains stakes ?

and the mountains as pegs ( to anchor the earth ) ?

And the mountains as projections ( thereon ) ?

and raised the mountains like supporting poles ?

With a paper to prove it.

Our papers prove it!

Well, I looked in whilst they was eating and it was fried dough, just like everybody else. Ma?

Can you prove it?

Guilty until proven innocent?

You can prove it here.

She never proved a thing!

What are you trying to prove?

What are you trying to prove?

To a standstill.

What's she trying to prove?

And around eight o'clock he sort of sneaks away from his oven, cleans his hands from the flour and calls his wife.

They are all adulterers. They are burning like an oven that the baker stops stirring, from the kneading of the dough, until it is leavened.