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When the Bread
Machine Turns Nasty I
hear these contraptions are meant to make our lives
easier, so I could hardly contain my excitement when I was
handed a brand new breadmaker for Christmas.
My Mum gave it to me, she's had one for
ages and she told me that she wouldn't know what to do
without it.
After 5 months of it's presence in my
home let me tell you what I'd do without it -- I would get
in the car, go to the shop and buy myself a loaf of bread
ready made in nice neat little all-sliced-up squares which
required little effort for me to obtain except for putting
on a bra and pair of shoes with my pajamas so I could
leave the home in a semi-acceptable state.
THAT, my friends, is what I would do
without a bread-making- monstrosity taking up half the
counter space in my kitchen!
As it stands I have it, I can't throw it
out since if I do my mother will probably cry and inflict
masses of guilt upon me during a phone call where she
weeps of my lack of appreciation of all she does for me.
So, since she doesn't have access to the
Internet and even if she did she wouldn't know what to do
with it --I am her to tell you all that I HATE that
machine.
Which might seem nasty except for the
fact that it hates me in return!
I suppose my mother wouldn't know what
she would do without it because she doesn't have a
two-year-old who delights in pulling the bag of bread
flour to pieces causing an explosion of white powder-like
substance to fly all over the kitchen.
I suppose my mother wouldn't know what
she would do without it because she has had time to go
shopping in the last 3 weeks and so isn't fussed about
waiting FOUR HOURS for an piece of bread (that does not
include the cooling time!) since she is not starving
anyway. And if it flops, no problem -- she has a whole 'nother
4 hours spare on the weekend with an empty nest and not
much to do but relax and read a book.
I suppose it could be because getting an
electric knife out to cut up a loaf off odd shaped bread
is not an exercise which requires extreme caution in her
home for fear of killing your child by accident.
Perhaps it is because she can actually
use the grill to toast that odd shaped bread without
little fingers trying to see if Mummy really means it when
she says "HOT, don't touch".
'Cause even if you do manage to scrape
together enough of the remaining flour and get a loaf that
doesn't flop, don't eat something else mid-cooking cycle,
pass the electric knife ordeal without killing or maiming
anyone in your family -- you sure as heck can't fit one of
those sucker slices of bread in the toaster!
Anyone want to buy a bread machine? It's
going cheap!

Copyright 2001 Kylie Ardill.
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