Score!

Some background info: Forever and a day ago, David discovered that he really loved making bread in the bread machine. He used it all the time. It was WONDERFUL. Then since he was the baker, and I was the "cleaner upper".... somehow.... the pan ended up damaged from not being washed properly.

The cost of a new pan vs an entire new machine led us to purchase a new machine. And, unfortunately, it just was not the same. I don't think we got one good loaf out of this machine and it sat collecting dust.

After our move here we found that dusty bread machine and thought we would give it another try. Sad to say, it's time in exile had not improved it's baking abilities.

So, yesterday, my wonderful husband decided, "if you want something done right, you need to do it yourself". No longer would he entrust his fresh baked bread hopes to that ornery machine. Armed with a recipie and a head full of tips found on the internet.... David decided to try it from scratch.

Now, I have memories of my Grandmother baking fresh bread. I always loved seeing the loaves rising in the laundry room. That yummy, yeasty (is that a word?) smell. But I never expected this from my hubby. AND... we do not even have a mixer.... so all of that kneeding was done by hand.

I am both glad and sorry that, while he was embarking on this domestic journey, I was tucked up warm and comfortable having a much needed nap. Just like in the "Little Red Hen", this kitty didn't help a lick, but, I still got to enjoy the fruits of his labor.


This bread was sooo good. As you can see we couldn't even wait to try it, thus half a loaf was already gone before I got a pic. That swirl is a touch of brown sugar and cinnamon. mmmmm

Anyway, how lucky am I? I got a nap and fresh bread!