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November 6, 2007
In My Kitchen
"Bread is the warmest, kindest of all words. Write it always with a capital letter, like your own name."
Feed Me, Seymour | By WonderGirl | 10:53 PM
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Your mixing bowl has great character. It looks old and wise, like it's been doing this so long it could make the bread on its own.
Posted by: emily at November 7, 2007 8:08 AM
It's my favorite part of the whole thing. I wish it was big enough to crawl into and take a cozy little nap.
Posted by: WonderGirl at November 7, 2007 11:07 AM
yum. i think you got my portion of the domestic genes as well as your own.
Posted by: brittany at November 7, 2007 2:43 PM
I want to know all about the bread maker machine. I think I want one but I am afraid that I would start to look like a large loaf of bread if I had the bread maker.
Posted by: aunt charlotte at November 8, 2007 12:12 AM
I don't have a bread maker, but I've used one before and they are really easy! Really, you just put all the ingredients in and it does it for you-- super nice. Ask Mom,she's got one.
Posted by: WonderGirl at November 8, 2007 8:53 AM
So delicious too! I really appreciate you sparing a loaf for our family with dinner!! YumOOO! I kept lightly toasting it after the first day just to have the smell come back. :)
Posted by: Denise at November 9, 2007 10:23 PM
