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      <description>Here are the stories of bread - this is the joint venture made by participants of Erasmus+ Action 2 project which joined: Slovenia, Portugal, Turkey, Italy, Romania and Poland</description>
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         <title>One Saturday morning, my mother asked me to go to a bakery to buy bread.  I did what she said and left the bakery happy.  I was walking along my favorite path - across the nearby clearing - where I saw a beautiful white pooch.  It was running through a green alley with colorful flowers.  I ran up to it, but I remembered my mother&#39;s words: &quot;Just remember, don&#39;t approach strange dogs.&quot;  I couldn&#39;t leave it like that though.  The dog was hungry and weak.  I gave a loaf of bread to it.  It ate it in less than a minute.  I took it under my arm and went home with it.  I thought my mom would get angry.  However, when she saw a small fluffy ball, she loved it as much as I did.  Since the pooch ate all the bread for the whole family, I had to go to the bakery again, only this time with my pet.   Julia Kowal klasa 6d praca na projekt Erasmus Poland.</title>
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         <pubDate>2020-01-14 21:51:39 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>People have been baking bread for 12,000 years ago.First breads were hard and flat. Egyptians discovered how to make bread plump... It is connected with a legend.   Legend tells about that a slave woman who forgot about cereal pulp and left it on the sun. She was supposed to bake pies for her master. When mush began to ferment, woman was afraid that she would be punished for wasting the cake so she bakes other pies. They were better than first.   Since then bread has been baked this way.                                                               Natalia Cynar from Poland</title>
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         <title>1- In the spring and autumn, the ranchers sow cereal grains 2-Grains grow grain, which farmers cut during the summer harvest time 3- The farmer threshes the grain to get the grain out of the ears 4- The miller grinds the beans in the mill. Flour is formed. 5- The baker prepares the dough in flour and other ingredients 6- The baker makes various types of bread from the dough   7- Put the dough in the oven and bake. </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Poland<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-01-14 21:51:58 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Once upon a time there was a poor boy named John. All people in his village were obsessed with gold. Only John didn&#39;t fall into the gold fever. Everybody laughed at him but he was busy harvesting fields. When the summer ended everyone came back empty handed, but John was still busy turning his grains into the flour and flour into bread. All people in his village realised that only John had real treasure. All that glitters is not gold.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Poland<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-01-14 21:52:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>BREAD IN MY LIFE•	Daddy, make me a sandwich...I usually say it to my dad, when I’m laying on the sofa and watching an interesting film on Netflix. I say it when hunger comes to me more and more intensively. I know that I’m big enough to make a sandwich myself, but ... The problem is the bread is usually in the deepest parts of the freezer... It always defrosts so long, so I don’t recommend such a solution for a person who is very hungry. You can simply pack it in a small bag and put in the cupboard. Not in the freezer. But I won’t comment it. All in all, everyone has their own habits... AND THIS IS THE END OF MY „BREAD STORY” IT’S ALWAYS A KIND OF FIGHT FOR SURVIVAL... :-) </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Luiza  from Poland<br><br></div>]]></description>
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