I’ve had a bread machine for about fifteen years. I’ve never baked in it, just used it on the dough cycle to mix and knead the dough. Then I’d remove the dough, plop it in a buttered bread pan for the second rise and bake. Easy peasy for my bad hands.
About five days ago the old bread machine gave up the ghost. I agonized for a couple of days over what to do. I finally convinced myself that I deserved the Cadillac of bread machines, a Zojirushi Virtuoso. After all, making bread is my therapy. After I make about two hundred ninety-nine loaves more, I should be at the breakeven point investment wise.
Here is this morning’s loaf, sliced to perfection with the electric knife wielded by my baking partner, John.