It tastes like, well… Winnipeg
Of all the many ways I’m a bad Winnipegger, being a latecomer to KUB bread is one. It’s not my fault; I didn’t grow up with rye. My parents were WASPy immigrants from the American Midwest who never quite picked up on the city’s more insular culinary traditions; when I was a kid, all the loaves in our house were white.
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