Daughter gave me a bread maker. I'd always wanted one but couldn't justify the cost. My wrists are the weakest part of me and kneading dough was always a challenge, so I'd make my Irish soda bread and leave yeasty concoctions to professional bakers.
See, she had this rather nice one she'd used before she became gluten-free for health reasons. It's hard to believe these kind of machines exist. They do ALL the work. You just measure out all the ingredients and put them into the unit in order. And push a button.
I can't tell you what this means to me. The scent of baking bread filling up the house fills up my soul.
I'm a pioneer woman, making her own yogurt and jams and breads.
There's no stopping me now.
