so much depends upon a red stand mixer dusted with bread flour beside a stove with one dead burner (This pandemic is just a forest of dead major appliances for everybody I know. We also lost the dryer about this time last year, and the icemaker on the fridge just died. And of course the dead one is the only decent burner on our crappy stove.)
I keep saying I'm going to make some bread (It's a thing I used to do fairly often, but haven't in the last year), but then Depression raises its ugly-ass head, and I don't.
I keep saying I'm going to make some bread (It's a thing I used to do fairly often, but haven't in the last year), but then Depression raises its ugly-ass head, and I don't.