Oh, these were whole 'hoppers, not curled at all. When we first bit intothem we had no idea what we were getting into.
We'd spent a saturday morning baking bread for the community, although I and a few others were not responsible for the mixing of the dough. When the bread was done and distributed (bread was baked in coffee cans), a few of us grabbed a loaf, sliced it, and passed the slices around. It didn't take long for us to discover that the reason the flour had been donated to us was because of the 'hopper contamination. But hey, it was 1967 in the Haight Ashbury - things were loose and people were easy going and accepting of what was.
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