I got clearance to make bread. My lovelies are getting a truck to move the tricky bits, and this house is going to be CROWDED-crowded.
C-R-O-W-D-E-D.
But it is very good to get back to bread again.
The downside at the moment is the lack of bench space for the bread-making accessories. I foresee this being A Thing for continuing bread adventures.
We will figure things out. Eventually.
My hobby for the day is progressively putting moved food substances away. All the better to have more fucking bench space. Allegedly.
Powers know that we tend to use the kitchen bench as a dumping ground.
I have less than half an hour before bread bothering commences. Let's see how far I get with things with all the distractions in my way.
And a bunch of leg joints that hate me. Left knee and matching ankle if you're wondering.
Onwards to shenanigans.