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[oyceter]

I am snuggled up on the couch with toasty warm rats on my lap, and the first loaf of bread I have ever baked sits on the stove, cooling down so I can eat it. I had white bean rosemary soup of heres_luck fame for dinner, and the beans were velvety and delicious (two phrases that I never thought could describe beans before I cooked). I can see the beautiful, hand dyed, lace weight yarn I bought at the yarn market at Stitches West, and it's beautiful and soft and angora and I will make a lovely lace shawl from it and kill my fingers in the process (ow, the pain of size 0 needles). My hands are recovering from kneading said bread (dill and onion), and even though I swore just a few hours ago to never try and make bread again until I got myself a stand mixer, I'm already reconsidering because it smells so good. I'm in the thick of The King of Attolia, and damn, it's good. And my Tivo is recording ice dancing for me as I type.

Ah, life, you are good.

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[telophase.livejournal.com]

I can't knead bread after I screwed up my wrist. Which isn't that big a deal 'cause I hated it and I'm glad to have an excuse not to. But one of my Big Appliance Wants for when I eventually get a kitchen larger than a postage stamp is to get a breadmaker, 'cause I love waking up to the smell of bread.

[oyceter]

Ooooooo breadmaker. I think I'll just go for a stand mixer so I can feel slightly more practical, but oh, it smells so good. Sigh. No room in kitchen =(.