Making lots of Dough

Well not me exactly, it is my new bread-making machine that is making the dough. Sometime ago, I happened to have some beautiful home-made bread made by Ruth. I had always thought that bread-making machines were not much better than useless, but to my utmost amazement I found myself eating delicious bread out of one such machine. So impressed was I that the next time I visited Grandma and Grandad I related the story to them; whereupon Grandad said that he wanted to buy me one. This instruction to buy was passed on to Mum and eventually, last Wednesday to be precise, my own bread-making machine appeared. Yesterday I had chance to play with it and discover for myself the intricacies of bread-making at home. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that there are no intricacies, it is dead simple. You put in the flour (500g) and add a little water (320ml), close the lid and press the button - in three hours you have a loaf of bread. Fascinating. My first loaf was well tucked into when I got home from the club last night and I had to tuck in for myself before going to bed. This morning I made my second loaf and took it for Grandma and Grandad, and my third is currently waiting to come out of the tin. Happy days!