My comments on what happened on 1999-2-28*, written that night.
We dropped Dad* off at the airport, and proceeded to turn home. After a rather uneventful ride home, we exited the car to the tunes of the Dave Clark 5*. As we entered the house, Ben* rushed to see the bread. I quickly prevented him from doing anything rash by exclaiming: "Step away from the bread mahcine*!" This appeared to thoroughly frighten him, as he jumped off the stool. I went to see how the bread was doing, and found it being "Kept Warm" as indicated by the flashing red light.
Mom soon entered the scene, and we provided her with a mit to remove the bread, which she did quite promptly. We quickly crouded around to have a taste of the newcomer. The bread came out surprisingly easily, but we quickly noticed the paddle was missing! To our dismay, there it was as we cut open the bread!
While, I believe you know how it goes from there. The mediocre bread that was made our first time pleased my brothers to no end. But more on that later. We quickly had out TV Dinners, and hurried as not to miss Alice in Wonderland* on NBC*.
(We didn't, of course. We got there in time to see the previous show, an NBA* on NBC sports recap.) And then, it* began. From Hallmark Entertainment*, the people who brought you, Merlin*, Gulliver's Travels*, and the Oddysey*, it was Alice in Wonderland. An amazingly done combination of wit, whimsy, and special effects* and CG* worth of ILM*.
With Gene Wilder*'s pretty tune, and the Queen shouting "Off with his head!", it was a memorable experience. Of course, at the commercial breaks we checked our second loaf of bread, and were rewarded when it came out gold and crispy. The bread tasted good, but not as good as Breadsmith*.
It was good bread, there was no doubt about that. But when you expect so much, you expect it to be better, you are almost asking to be disapointed with a $80 machine and a $2 mix. Well, I shall enter it into the database. At least the paddle didn't stick this time.
It's 10:28 and I'm siting here typing this on my iMac*, with Ben on his PowerBook*, while listening to Mom* read Star Wars*: Rogue Squadron*. What a night. It will be hard waking up for tomorrow. Ah, the allure of fresh baked bread, I can taste it dying away.
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