Breadmakers make me happy

I grew up on fresh bread almost every day thanks to my dear mother, who would cook some of the finest breads made to man. White or brown, olive or sundried tomato, every one was a winner – I especially loved her brioche!

Unfortunately the day did come when I had to leave home, and for years I would lurk in the supermarket around closing time, desperately hunting for the most reduced bread that still held some substance, none of this floppy airy rubbish they are so fond of churning out.. my tastes went a long way beyond what my pocket could afford, so I had to make do.

Fortunately since my birthday I am the proud owner of a shiny new breadmaker, which has been my pride and joy ever since. Mine’s a panasonic but I hear kenwood and breville breadmakers are great too. More at squidoo