After yesterday's breadmaking fiasco.....

 
....I've decided to delegate that chore to Trevor

Upon reflection, I think it was not the cold kitchen preventing the dough from rising...it was not my cold finger which, when plunged into the "stock," failed to detect too hot a temp, thus tossing the yeast into a feverish brew that brought on an early demise.

No, I am thinking, that since I was at the very bottom of the yeast package, it was old and practically inactive. In other words, not unlike moi.

That's the story I'm goin' with, anyway.

Despite the unfortunate chain of woe from yesterday, Ma did not go screaming off into the sun(dog)set. No, even though the last of the whole wheat flour was used up in the useless lump of dough-failure, we have rested o'er the night, regrouped, and most importantly, downed a little chocolate.

We have stew in the crock-pot. We have plans to pick up prescriptions. We may even burn the multitude of trashbags which have been waiting, OH so patiently.

In short, we--are--all--together.

(unlike the folks behind this project. Really, some people just oughtta be locked up...)

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