Bread Wonder

"Here is bread, which strengthens man's heart, and therefore is called the staff of Life. " -Matthew Henry

I made a miracle yesterday.  It felt like one.  3 cups of flour, some water, some oats, a little sugar and margarine, and some magical yeasty beasties, and 3 hours later, a miracle.  Boy, do I love my new bread machine.

I loved how the house changed smells, from beer-y to bread-y in an hour and a half.  And I loved the groan of the bread machine as it kneaded and rested, kneaded and rested.  It was like a tiny, little old woman was inside, kneading, but with arthritis.   

When I slid it out of it's little square-pan home, I did a little jig in the kitchen, much to Maeve's concern.  But she hasn't tasted it yet.  I'm giving her a slice for breakfast this morning, unless she demands "oh-meeee" (oatmeal).  I think when she eats it, she's going to give me the same happy wiggle she gets when she eats cookies or hot dogs or popsicles.  Really, it's that good. 

Mouthful-of-toast Smile