Gee, I wonder about the power of urinary tract infections. I had one for Heaven knows how long. I thought I was feeling sluggish because of age, and maybe I was. However, after taking a week’s worth or medicine, I actually felt like doing something. And I did.
I went down into the basement and brought up a bread maker and I MADE BREAD. For anyone who really knows me, this is totally out of character. It takes a lot of “perk” for me to do anything involving the kitchen. I dropped the jar of yeast, but it didn’t break. The lid wasn’t on tightly and some yeast bounced out. If I hear creaking tonight, I will know the floor is rising.
The bread wasn’t that good, but, wow, does butter melt nicely on hot bread! Now, I need to remember where the bread knife is. And maybe the cake knife?