"Then she dragged poor little Grethel up to the oven door, under which the flames were burning fiercely, and said:" Creep in there, and see if it is hot enough yet to bake the bread.

After their cry silence again falls under the burning sun: in the vendor's jug the ice moves and I can hear its tinkle.

But I make this matzo without leaven in my wood-burning oven under the prescribed 18 minutes from start to finish.