Oh thank you dear husband for buying me a breadmaker for Christmas / my birthday... I never did figure out for what event you bought it for.. all I know is that I own one.. and you use it. At all the wrong times. Like now... it's 11:30 at night... and the loaf of bread is fresh out of the "maker"... and now somehow I am just simply "starving" for a fresh 72.7 % whole grain ( I made up the numbers) warm bread, with just a touch of "Becel" resting upon a lovely thin slice. Oh thank you... like I need to eat a piece of bread at this hour... but, since I will simply die before morning if I do not have a piece... I can see your masterplan has served you well... but I know your tricks, and I will "die another day"... for I am just about to get the biggest sharpest carving knife for hot bread you have ever seen... and quietly sneak off to bed... oh the torture...
Deanna, you should have called me - I've had a breadmaker under my cubbard for years gathering dust. I remember it now and again when they put a bunch of bread making boxed stuff on the clearance isle at the store. Then I make one "not quite big enough for anything really" loaf and forget about it for another year.
ReplyDeleteI would have mailed it to you - really. Along with my juicer, my blender, my cuisinart thingy that takes so long to put together and then take apart that it's way easier to use a knife, um, give me time for a quick inventory and I'll box it all up and mail it your way!
I can smell the bread from here!
ReplyDeleteWe cleaned out a cupboard and found a food processor. We don't know where it came from. Along with the toaster oven it yours!