OK, it can’t be all fascism and firearms all the time around here, goddamn it all anyways.
The last of the cornbread went down the rathole with coffee this morning. I miss it already.
Happily, we have a “new” Panasonic SD-YD250 “Bread Bakery” to play with. I put “new” in quotes because the thing could share a birthday with my Subaru, having first been released in 2005.
A new model is available for $374.99. We didn’t pay that much. Herself acquired ours at an estate sale, for chump change, and I vigorously ignored it for the better part of quite some time until she finally badgered me into taking it for a quick spin around the kitchen by dragging it from its cubby and starting to fiddle with it. Gimme that!
The first couple loaves came out looking like a Klingon’s head after Captain Kirk backed over it with the USS Enterprise. But the third looked like a loaf of bread, and tasted like one, too. A little less flour, a skosh more water and yeast, and Bob’s your uncle.
Little puzzles like this are good for staving off the dementia, but not so much for the upkeep of social skills. So I intend to keep visiting the neighborhood bakery from time to time.
It takes five hours to bake a loaf but about 15 minutes to buy one, counting driving time. And they sell delicious scones, brownies, and cookies, too.
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Drive time? You mean biking time don’t you? You, you, you don’t drive the car to the bakery do you?
I have a bread machine as well. It collects dust well tucked away wherever I put it. I guess I should do something with the Bob’s now that it has aged well enough. A science experiment would be a nice side track from the abnormal.
Just curious. Does that Beltway cup also say that it spent it’s early days in China too?
Nope. I drive to that sumbitch. The choice of which stroad to get croaked on is no choice at all. I could backdoor it if the high school didn’t surround itself with concertina wire like a concentration camp, which come to think of it may be exactly what it is.
I salve my conscience by teaming a bakery visit with a trip to the grocery across the street.
The Beltway cup Herself collected on one of her road trips, if memory serves. She knows how I love those heavy porcelain diner mugs. A quick check of the base tells me it comes from espressoparts.com, and yes indeedy it is a product of the PRC. It’s probably finking on me to the Politburo as we speak.
Baking bread isn’t cooking, it’s science. The science is made even more exacting with whole grain flour. But, you got it right looking at that loaf. They serve cornbread with sorghum syrup for breakfast in heaven.
Catchy title to this post. Permission to steal, Sir?
Dog I miss our neighborhood bakery, Buzz Breads. They made bagels to die for.
Science it is, good sir. Whenever I get it right it is pure dumb luck, as math and science damn near kept me from graduating high school. There was a reason — well, several reasons, if I’m being honest — that I matriculated at Adams State in Alamosa instead of the University of Colorado at Boulder.
In this case I just applied a little Kentucky windage and hey presto! I prevailed. Next time the whole shebang will probably explode like an IRA car bomb.
Meanwhile, steal away! It’s all there for the taking. If I wanted to get paid I’d go looking for a job. Ick.
If you want a nice American made coffee mug, try Deneen Pottery. I have been using one of their mugs, with the Kartchner Caverns logo, for five years or so.
https://deneenpotterymugs.com/