He owned a breadmaker. It was pretty much everything I was not. I went to school to learn to shape and fold and understand bread. The breadmaker does all of that in a boring mechanical wonderful way. Yes I just said wonderful. When Matt moved away from me, I asked him for the breadmaker. I was the first one to test it out after he had let it sit in his parent’s house for a couple of years. And my addiction to bread suddenly felt like it had found its source.
Don’t get me wrong, I love making bread. The rising and the kneading and the folding and then the eating, I really do love making bread. But I hardly ever have the time to make bread. And all I ever knew was that bread took a lot of work and time. While breadmakers were all the fad in the 90s, my mom really wasn’t a fad kind of gal, so the beauty of the breadmaker was lost on me. And then I started dating Matt.
Matt bought the breadmaker at a yardsale for $5. He is always good like that. He buys things cheap that actually turn out to be extremely useful. And he lets me steal them for a while. I love that about him.
Anyway tonight I decided to dig out the bread maker. I threw in three cups of flour, 1 tsp. of salt, 2 tbsp. sugar, 1 cup of warm water, and a packet of yeast. 2.5 hours later I had a beautiful loaf of bread. And I thought to myself, this is why I am marrying this man.
Happy Eating!!!
Emily











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