Actually, I am not a breadmaker, nor for that matter, a breadwinner. I am indebted to Der Bingle for just about everything.  Anyway, Cameron announced, oh, about a week ago, that he wanted to make bread. Well, okay, I thought, we can handle that. His mother, Alison, was thinking about homebaked bread herself, so things seemed to be working out.

There is a wee bit of a problem though; breadmaking is one of those things that really should be passed down from one person to another. I’m certain my grandmothers baked bread, and I think my mother knows and has worked with fancy breads . . . but we had storebought bread for our peanut butter sandwiches. Mother didn’t believe in letting me in the kitchen, telling my father that “anyone who could read, could cook”, thereby sliding away from the fact that so many aspects of skills are the tricks of the trade sort of thing.

So, I’m thinking this bread experiment would be the blind leading the blind and probably frustrating. I rounded up Der Bingle and we went to Wal-Mart and bought a BREADMAKER. We are in the process of making our first basic loaf. We may or may not post a picture of our first product.

UPDATE: Oh, I accidentally typed breakmaker as the post title – tempted to leave it. The bread was eaten before I could get a photo. Maybe tomorrow.