Damnit!

I figured I'd get an early start on dinner so I wouldn't have to cook while it was hot and nasty this evening. I pulled out my crockpot and tossed some chicken and rice in, and I decided to pull out the bread machine that my mother in law found for me. My old bread machine is so old that every loaf comes out dense, no matter what ingredients I use. Carmen found this one through a friend; used.

I decided on a garlic parmesan whole wheat loaf and after reading the paper that was with the machine, I decided to make a 1 1/2 pound loaf. I dumped all my ingredients in and plugged the machine in. I pushed all the little buttons to get it to the right settings, then waited. And waited. Then waited some more.

After about five minutes of seeing no movement while peering in to the glass bubble on the top of the machine, I unplugged it and opened the lid. I double checked to make sure the pan was placed in just so; I'd made sure before I started putting ingredients in the pan that the paddle was where it belonged. Turns out that the digital readout worked just fine, but apparently the motor that turned the paddle was dead.

So; I spent about an hour and a half kneading the dough by hand and letting it rise. I just finished punching down the dough and doing a second kneading. It's on it's second rise now. I'm going to have to turn the oven on for at least 45 minutes. Blah. All my "pre-planning" so I wouldn't have a hotter house kind of back fired on me.

But the bread should be good.