Day 118 – Dead bread

A day tremendously full of dull tasks, followed by a quick stroll in the Green Belt and a (quite literal) point and shoot job for the ‘Gram.

Step into the light, Carol Ann.

That was nice, but I have sad news: Mama, the Bread Maker, is no more. Her motor breathed its last today and I’m going to have to make all my bread by hand now. Mama served us well for many years, providing many fresh loaves and plenty (or more) portions of pizza dough, without any complaint.

She now literally has nothing to prove anymore. She will be missed.

I have taken the last bread mix from her baking tin and attempted to continue her legacy to go with our homemade soup this evening. This could be the start of a new era.

Or an absolute disaster. Let’s see.