Today was the day I was supposed to try using my old bread machine again. Music Man dragged it out of the crawl space for me and I was all excited about making some whole wheat bread with nuts and seeds. We seem to have a lot of nuts and seeds in our extra refrigerator — “somebody” keeps buying stuff.
My Toastmaster Bread Box Bread Machine made a lot of bread in its day, but it’s been quite a while since it was out of the plastic protective bag.
This is the bread machine I own; it may have been a gift from my mother and father and it’s quite possible that my brothers’ wives each have one of these too. Unfortunately, when I opened the little door on the top, neither the dough pan nor the bread hooks were in the machine. Hopes dashed.
Out of the box thinking apparently requires me to move on to quick breads.
Since I have absolutely no idea where the dough pan might be, I’m going to try another recipe. I found this one online, and I’m intrigued by the use of club soda as a rising agent. I will report back whether I’m successful or not.
I got a tripod for Mother’s Day, and I’m going to set it up to chronicle the “very exciting” bread-making event.
When I started writing this blog, I didn’t promise you exciting. I only promised honesty. Sometimes homemade bread is as exciting as my life will be in retirement, I imagine. But think of the reward when we cut into a warm, just out-of-the-oven loaf of healthy goodness for supper this evening. You’ll be sorry you laughed at my exciting life then. 🙂
Pictures next time.