Oh, sweet Saturday.  It was one of those days.  Any woman would understand.  That feeling of being completely overwhelmed by life and the daily tasks at hand, not knowing exactly where to start.  (I should also mention that I was running on little to no sleep from the aforementioned sleepover which may or may not explain what happens next.) So I tear into my chores with the vigilance of a soldier.  I throw the stray shoes from the entryway into the closet (saving the sorting for later), tossed the first load of the laundry mountain into the washing machine, and began washing dishes like mad. 

I was feeling oh-so-pleased with myself.  You know that feeling you get when you are actually getting things done.  Things were going well… too well. 

And that’s when it happened.  I heard of rush of water.  A deluge.  It sounded just like it was raining… in the house

I soon discovered a waterfall in the basement.  Not only was water pouring in, it was directed at the neatly stacked boxes of books, pictures and keepsakes we had stored in the corner.  Ay yi yi.  I automatically assumed there was a bathroom plumbing problem and naturally started to have a breakdown.  My awesome hubby soon found evidence to the contrary…

Apparently, this overzealous mama overfilled the washing machine (BIG oops!), causing it to overflow in the first floor wash room, which, in addition to flooding the entire room, leaked into the basement.  Well, at least it wasn’t raw sewage, right? 

I immediately went into rescue mode, moving soggy boxes and salvaging what I could.  Most things were okay and in the process, I found a few long-lost treasures that I was sure had gone missing in one of our many moves, including the Unity candle from our wedding (still intact!), the missing piece to the Christmas tree stand (which had gone rogue years ago), and a box of my old journals. 

As it happened, I was able to rid my basement of two large piles… one for the trash man and one for Goodwill.  Not an expected event, but I will still call it a good day.

Exhausted and happy, I did the only logical thing I could think of that night… collapsed onto the couch and read the manual to my 9-year-old bread machine.  I know.  Weird.  I was looking for a new recipe to try in the machine and that’s when the lightning struck…  MY BREAD MACHINE HAS A DELAY TIMER???  May I remind you that I have had this thing for 9 years… it was a wedding gift.  I am even one of those people who actually uses my machine quite regularly to make everything from pizza dough to peach jam to… bread!  Imagine my surprise. 

Consequently, I arrived home from church yesterday to a warm, freshly done loaf of bread (and, of course, a crock pot of hearty beef stew).  And it was heavenly. 

As much as I love surprises, I would love for Monday to be slightly more predictable.  I have had all the excitment I can handle for a couple of days. 

It’s amazing how the world begins to change through the eyes of a cup of coffee! ~Donna A. Favors

This is my grandmother’s old bread recipe and it’s amazing… perfect every time!

Grandma’s Bread (bread machine)

3 c. (level) flour (cracked wheat or white)
2 T. sugar (slightly rounded)
1 1/2 tsp. salt
2 T. butter (divided into 4 pieces)
2 tsp. active dry yeast (slightly rounded)
1 c. + 2 T. milk

1.  Warm milk to lukewarm.  Place in pan.  Spoon in dry ingredients (do not mix in).  Smooth out.  Pat pan to settle dry ingredients on top of milk.

2.  Make a slight well in center and spoon in yeast.  Place 4 pieces of butter in corners.  Close lid.  Set crust setting (light, medium or dark) and bake.

Makes 1.5 lb loaf.

For a downloadable/printable copy of this recipe and many more, visit my Recipes page.


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