Magic Carb Machine
I forgot how much I love my bread machine. Seriously, I. Love. It. I mean, it’s magic. No stirring, no kneading, no making sure the yeast is stirred into warm water (but not too hot to kill it). I. Love. It.
And, while my magic carb machine is working I can be cutting up 4 pints of strawberries.
Yes, four pints. And, no they weren’t for the dough I whipped up in my bread machine.
The lady at the store even asked me, “are you making strawberry short cake, or do your kids just like strawberries.” Yes, my kids, eh hum, my daughter and my husband. They were $1.47 a pint, so I had to get four.
I’ll tell you tomorrow what I used my awesome bread machine for.