A taste of the batch

The baker lifted the mixer guard and showed me the dough. It was elastic, stretching between his fingers without breaking, and tacky enough to cling briefly to the bowl. I had expected a recipe to tell him exactly when to stop. Instead, he checked the mixture against the room's warmth and the feel of the previous batch. The scales mattered, but they were not the only source of information in the bakery.

From the passage, select two words or phrases that describe the dough's texture.