homemakerbreadbaker

Anyways, have i told you that we make homemade bread? I feel the need to add "at home" but i guess the "homemade" implies that.
See, we have a breadmaker. I'm not sure how/where we got it but it was there when i moved in and well, it does amazing things - like make a whole loaf of bread really quickly.
You throw in all these simple ingredients like flour, eggs and yeast, close the lid and let it do its thing. Soon, the sweet smell of freshly-baked bread is wafting through the apartment.
Then, between the two of us, we eat the whole loaf. You see, because it's so fresh and has no preservatives and nothing artificial in it, it gets stale in like, 5 minutes so you gotta eat it all up really quickly while it's all hot and fluffy. M. likes to go right at it, ripping off pieces while i like to use it as a vehicle for all my favorite things like spray butter, raspberry jam and peanut butter. Not all at the same time but in swift succession.
On this last bread we made, M. suggested we just go for it and cut the entire top off of the bread and eat it first, since that's the best part. He kept asking me if we could do this, as if someone (his mom? my mom?) was going to charge in and deem us unfit to be adults since we showed no restraint and ate our favorite part of the bread first instead of slicing it as a normal adults might do. Since the president wasn't coming over for a snack, I told him to go ahead and he did, enjoying that perfect bread top. And the whole time, and even days after, M. kept saying, "wow, such a good move slicing the top off of that bread, I'm so glad we did that!"
I swear the man has never felt so free to be his own man as when he took that bread knife into his hands and sliced that thing horizontally.

It's the little things.