ifeelbetter

My parents have made bread my whole life. I spent a good chunk of my childhood playing with a small wad of the larger mountain of bread dough. Their bread--and that was a COLLECTIVE enterprise--could bring people to tears. TO TEARS. Ok, that's a lie. But it was SO GOOD. WHY did I grow up and leave the bread?

So I tried to make my own today. And by "today" I mean the middle of the night because I am basically nocturnal. And it was SAD.

It's NOTHING like the awesome bread of yore. It is like white bread from the store but MORE LIKE STUPID CARDBOARD.

Sigh.

And that is today's tragedy.

Also, LoNoWriMo continues...and still is badly titled.