Still have no working stove, though my hope is by the end of the week. This will be my eighth week without a stove/oven.
I've hated every moment of it.
Just so you know.
Iin case you didn't.
When I opened the box labeled "Bread Machine" I started drooling and went to make bread that very moment, only to discover I had no yeast. So I made an emergency trip to the grocery that night, because you KNOW it was a justifiable emergency I was facing.
That night I dreamed of fresh warm bread. I coveted and yearned for it. I pined away. I didn't care if we had anything else for dinner. All I wanted was warm, fresh bread with gooey melted butter atop.
So yesterday we excitedly added ingredients to our magic box that bakes bread and could hardly contain ourselves when it began whirring.
Last night was SUCH a feast. Belgian Molasses Bread and every bite was divine. I *did* by the way, make some Hearty Split Pea and Sausage soup to go with it, but the bread was my PERSONAL hightlight.
I ate it for breakfast this morning too.
And I have another loaf in the works for today....