Normally I pride myself on being a pretty good cook (with the exception of the great garlic incident of ’09). I did battle with a bread machine today, however, and lost miserably. I would like to show you a picture of what the bread actually looked like, but my memory card seems to have been so utterly horrified of the state of the bread it was photographing that it reproachfully deleted them (but apparently found it within its graces to save this picture of my flour-y hand). Instead, I will reveal a three telling facts:
- When the bread machine beeped at me to announce it was done, there was an ominous brownish liquid leaking from its bottom.
- Upon opening the bread machine, I had to weaponize two spatulas and a butter knife to even get to glimpse the inner pan it was baked in.
- The top of the bread sunk way down to the bottom of the crust, so that it resembled the cavernous features of a very grumpy old man.
I’m baffled. In the hopeful case that I salvage my memory card, I may have to come back and repost the photos so you, too, can experience the horror.