When I was little my mom used to set aside one day a week to do her baking. Knowing what I know now, she really was an artist in that she turned out many wonderful loaves of bread, buns and cinnamon rolls, working without modern appliances and cooking with an oil stove. (Getting the right temperature for things was a little more difficult than it is for an electric stove.) Added to that, she would have a fantastic pot of homemade soup simmering and after school it was a slice of heaven to have a bowl of it with a fresh hot buttered bun. (I’m taking a moment here to savor the memory… pardon the drool..)
I am not my mother. The soup is possible but the baking…..not so much. Besides – when you live close to a number of wonderful outlets that do all the slaving for you – why bother, huh? But still…there’s that moment when the aroma of a freshly baked loaf of bread hits you that just about buckles the knees. Sooooooo, we decided to take advantage of a sale on breadmakers. Heard a lot of good things about them. Even me mom tried one and wistfully chimed in about how wonderful it would have been to have one when we were growing up.
Last night, hubby did the honors and inaugurated the machine. A lovely, sweet smelling, french style loaf. Yummmmmmmmm. Yes, I can get used to this. And so to the tune of “Matchmaker”…..here we go now 
Posted December 11, 2008, 2:07 pm under General
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