Our separation is final. After years of trying to work out our differences, my bread machine and I have parted ways. I had high expectations and Mr. Oster could no longer rise to the occasion. He continually produced flat results. At first I blamed our problems on the yeast, but the poor yeast was not to blame. The new loaf pan I found at the thrift store certainly didn't improve things between me and Mr. Oster.
I was tempted by its vintage charm and tin ceiling inspired design, and curious to try a batch of bread the old fashioned way.
I am a changed woman. I love mixing the yeast with warm water, measuring out the flour, making a well in the center, stirring all the ingredients together, kneading the dough, finding a warm place for the yeast to do its magic. To think I once relied on a machine to do all those steps which I find so enjoyable and rewarding. Just goes to prove you can't rush love, even if you use the rapid cycle.