Pride before a fall
Today, I learned that pride comes before a fall, as well as after. I loaded the bread machine, and three hours later unloaded a small “stone”. What I believed to be foolproof, isn’t. The water might have been a touch too warm, given that I measure the temperature by touch. In any case, nothing you’d want to add to a triumphant table. Worse, I followed another axiom; something to do with getting back on the “horse” right away. Loaded the pan, with slightly cooler water… and the machine wouldn’t start. Deep in the instruction manual, a key phrase about allowing things to cool down caught my eye. I did a hand stir of the loaded ingredients, and then waited impatiently for the thermal interlock to side with me. For the record, my second load turned out “just fine”; fresh bread is a tasty meal, especially with a glass of cold milk.
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