Mover, Shaker and Now a Baker

I'm a baker. I bake. On my very first try, I baked. The trick is to just sit there and let the bread machine do all the work. But I am a baker.

Before the bread machine the thought of baking made my lips numb. But with a quality bread machine, a solid crew and simple ingredients, viola I am a baker.

My first attempt was some wheat bread. This was a concession to Peggy. The one downside to the bread machine is its size. It is rather big and our kitchen does not have that much counter room. I had to sneak the machine into the house, put on a real sad face and explain that it followed me home and could I keep it. She finally consented but told me not to be making that white bread crap. So I made wheat bread. It is okay, but I cannot wait to make the white bread crap.

My second project was pizza dough (the real reason for the purchase). It was excellent. I am now in business. I now control my world. With last summer's lesson on how to make the world's best marinara, my new found ability to make pizza dough and my unique knowlege of all things sausage related I can now work on making perfect food.

Now if I only knew where cheese came from........