Thursday, January 1, 2009


So, there I was with a loaf and two braids of perfectly risen, beautiful cinnamon bread. I went to put them into the oven when my mum said,

"Oh, yeah. The bottom element of the oven is broken. We can't cook these."


So I had to go to my neighbor's house and cook them there instead, thereby depriving me of having my own house smelling of heavenly homemade white bread. Bummer and a half.

Oh, well. Still therapeutic, still delicious. :D

1 comment:

Amy said...

Yeeeees maam. :) That bread was delicious.