Look, flour is just flour—until it’s not. Self-rising is the party girl who already mixed the drinks. Regular flour is the sober friend who needs you to bring the mixer.
Choose wisely, and your kitchen will reward you with golden, fluffy goodness. Choose wrong, and you’ll be eating a salty, dense regret-bread. You’re better than that.
Now go forth and bake something glorious. And if you mess up? Eh, just call it a "rustic" experiment. No one will know. Coffee’s on me next time.
