Maisy already scraped the loaf into the bin. *We have to find out what carrageenan’s in this flour.* I put a piece of the sticky half-burnt loaf in a resealable plastic bag. *What should we look for besides a little glob of carrageenan in the liquid?* *Sometimes the flour swells.* Clancy took a handful of flour and pinched it with her fingertips. *Usually lookin’ like little balls meant to be mixed back in.* *Why make it? It’s cheaper to hand-mix.* *A cheaper hand-mix. Faux-mix saves the effort.* She shook her head. *Some bakers firm replace the oven like the one at the new apartment complex with artificial turf.* She snorted. *Except soda usually poisons it.* *That makes a mess, too. But who researches this?* I glanced around the kitchen, hoping to avoid both the bakery police and the warehouse managers. We both kept our ears open.*